September 14th, 2008On this day in different years

pretty when you cry

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Some unfortunate indisposition has laid me low for the day. Trying to be at least a little productive, but not succeeding, so I'm pretty much writing it off. Said indisposition is making me reluctant to go anywhere as well, which is a deep hole with water in the bottom and sometimes a dead body.

Gloomy and rainy, and I am sad today. I shall sit in my corner and write bad goth poetry.

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