Do not know what to write. But do not think have any other option. Throat is sore, therefore cannot sing. Have been reading far too much and start feeling like Liz Bennet on edge. Artistic mood has been completely pumped out, therefore cannot draw or write anything worthy of later revision.
There. It's 12.30 - after midnight - and am stuck in front of a mute computer screen, convincing myself that life is wonderful. Have just completed a memory round of past crushes - some include singers and actors who, in the course of years, have turned out to be complete perverts or nymphos. The prospect of tragic spinsterhood looms nearer. Not that I mind, though. Maybe. Life is wonderful.
So what to do next? Movie. Ah. Tempting. Very.
Have an exam on Monday. Procrastination is a rule.
So. Good night. And remember that thing about life.
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