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In the spirit of depressive LJ-posts, I'm in a mood of infinite crap. I'm sick of my music, English lessons bore me, and I had no appetite earlier. Something is amiss.
On a more positive note, I love compliments. And Pratchett. I snigger, writher in delight and laugh out loud by the mere thought of The Luggage, Rincewind or Death. Perhaps capital letters is just the thing for me?
On a more positive note, I love compliments. And Pratchett. I snigger, writher in delight and laugh out loud by the mere thought of The Luggage, Rincewind or Death. Perhaps capital letters is just the thing for me?