I'm still so effing tired.
"Nothing Gold Can Stay" by Robert Frost. That's the poem I have to be answering questions about right now.
Fergie's playing in the background. Spelling 'glamorous' for me.
So now I have to listen to her, wash the dishes, avoid Twitter and still work. At least my mummy's coming home tonight, eh? She's supposed to have gotten
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