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In which I attempt to read 110 books between this January and the next.

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Because everyday I wake up. I do unexciting things. I see no one exciting whilst doing those things. I come home. I go to bed. Rinse and repeat.

There is nothing* worse then putting a Cherry Ripe in your mouth and thinking this is the worst tasting Cherry Ripe I've ever had, looking down at the wrapper scrunched in your hand and realising that it's a Time Out. And that it tastes perfectly fine. I guess what's more worrying is that the neural pathways in my brain seem to be deteriorating and ( Read more... )

Yesterday night it rained, so I sprinted outside wearing not much to rescue my freshly laundered unmentionables and when I came back inside I had six mosquito bites of my legs. I was outside for what, one minute? Two? And I get six bites, now they've swollen to the size of a fist and are hard, itchy, raised lumps of annoyance. I've taken ( Read more... )