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Sunday, October 21, 2007
Another one bites the dust.

Once again, Cindy has reminded me that we are approximately 5 weeks away from our exams. November. Oh, joy. 5 weeks before the A-levels, I was hunched over notes and Ten-year Series, working away like a crazed Igor on steroids by 4.30 a.m.. Now, it's 5 weeks before the exams, approximately 2 weeks before a very important (AHEM) project is due and I'm watching video clips of Family Guy on YouTube. Some plan. Eh?

If I were Hedda Gabler I would suffocate Tesman in his sleep for that insufferable 'eh' he puts at the end of every sentence.

We'll blow it away, blow it away
Can we make this something good?
Maybe.

Waste not,
Those pretty little sighs.

For she will rise -



'Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground.




The rest remains unwritten.

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