Tuesday, May 5, 2009

I wish I could write down a whistle.

I fell asleep. I think I caught, gestated, and slept off whatever Emily has. Oh, and 100 for escorting Fiona about, and running lines.



Anyways. Talking to my Uncle may be one of the best things ever. I haven't seen him in ages.

Woah. I just got a really creepy feeling. I'd prefer not to put it up on the internet, since I can't remember for the life of me who actually reads this.

Oh my. That just went and made me feel terrible. Eek.


*sinking feeling*

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