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As much as I would like to give you all some great and witty insight into the clockwork that is my life, alas, I cannot. FOR NOTHING IS HAPPENING. Nothing at all.
I swear, if this goes on much longer I'm going to turn into Joan Rivers. And nobody wants that. I hope. God, please don't want that.
I swear, if this goes on much longer I'm going to turn into Joan Rivers. And nobody wants that. I hope. God, please don't want that.