I have written one paragraph.
It is meant to be in for tomorrow.
I am, as they say in Germany - and the rest of the world - dead.
I also have Drama coursework in for today, but as I have been ill, I haf knot dun it. I don't know what that was about. I quite liked it. I am a half witted dullard anyway. Should it be half-witted? Or halfwitted? Or half witted? Who knows? Who cares? Why am I even here? Why do I even care? What is the meaning of life? When is lunch? Etc.
Ahahahahaa.
I have just been told that this draft is not in till after half term. Or should that be half-term? Or halfterm? Or half term? SHUT UP. Anyway. So why am I bothering, you ask. Well, actually, I'm not bothering, so that question is neither valid, nor useful.
Fati is nest to me. I mean next, but nest sounds better. Brilliant, as the Fat One says. Cool thing wicked awesome. She always says that. I don't know why. Tired.
I am cracking my knuckles. Fati and Tom, this is ALL YOUR FAULT.
Gragergegren gfngldsnfnsknlgfnldfnglsdfnkgnfklgnsld.
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*cracks knuckles happily* *and toes*
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