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The Kitten is trying to eat the Cursor off the Screen. Little does he know that it is not actualy a physical object.
I just finished the last Book of Tad Williams Otherland series. I've been reading it since July (actualy, since I was 11, but I went on hiatus for 6 years and started over). 3159 pages. 6318 minutes. It could almost be considered a relationship. And now, the characters are no more. I will never be with them again. You know how I get attatched to things, how I try to destory the border between what is real and what I want to be real. The books were great, so too were the characters (didn't expect such a happy ending, but I'm a depressing person, so go figur). Wow, what do I do now. I cried in this book, and now I have to find something else to do...
I want to try Guliver's Travles, actualy. Yes, that will be next, perhapse. [sigh] Matt, you need a life, eh?
This is now the week off, I suppose. I'm not doing anything 'cept mopeing in my room, so feel free to keep in touch, tout les monde. Tad and I will go bowling the day after this, followed by a veiwing of Constanine , I think. Hmmmm.... yes yes yes. Compared to Blade Runner, so I have heard. Yum...
Whatever.