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Hey there, hip or square, cats and kittens everywhere!!

First of all, I would like to the world to rejoice in the fact that so far my efforts are managing to hold down the fort, and one of LJ's beloved still has yet to wander off into the wilderness, forsaking human company to dine on pine cones, shoe leather, and raccoon scat.

I've also failed to keep to the goal I had set myself, of trying to post at least some little something in here once a day--I just can't be bothered sometimes. You know--got the LAZE.

I am totally slipping out, because now, it seems that SkinDoze Media Enslaver can play your tunes fast. Which, when you throw in a Bee Gees song, is quite amusing. And it goes really well with your coffee. Or at least, it's going really well with mine. So there.

So that's it for now.

I'm typing out some story stuff I wrote out on a yellow tray liner at work, and in my notebook. So I might now have anything else to say for today.

Vagina dentata.

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First side of tray paper: 583 words.

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Yellow tray liner total: 1319. Don't cry yet, darlin'. I hain't even got d'notebook out yet.

With plenty of breaks to bounce around to the music. Wah-ed-out disco guitars are funnier at a faster speed. I had forgotten that.

It goes perhaps, without saying, that in my Days of Vinyl, the 45 setting was often utilized, and with great and grand merriment.

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Finished typed length: 3405 words.

Try not to panic, sweetheart. You'll be given lots of extra time.

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When pondering the great and weighty issues of Existence, one must take care to keep proper track of one's impulses.

I started to head toward the kitchen, thinking to go potty...

God only knows what I would have tried to cook in the bathroom.