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My typist was complaining about the relative silence a moment ago, but I believe she may have cured herself by listening to singing roaches Les Miserables. I-- Never mind. She's taken to complaining again. Or perhaps it would be better described as raving like a madman. Something about her roommate dropping something on her "CD" case recently and the first half of the musical being...scratched? Whatever it means, I believe I'll attempt to stay on her good side this evening and I envy her roommate absolutely nothing when she comes home. I swear. Sharing your living space with other people is detrimental to both your health and sanity.
But damn. Now I've forgotten what it was that I originally intended to mention before all of this started. I do, however, have to say that you lot sound rather funny repeating yourselves over and over on end.
But damn. Now I've forgotten what it was that I originally intended to mention before all of this started. I do, however, have to say that you lot sound rather funny repeating yourselves over and over on end.