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Apr. 24th, 2005 12:12 pmThere is a forecast for snow. It is seven days away from May.
I think this calls for poetry:
Shall I compare thee to summer's day?
No, because it WILL NEVER BE SUMMER.
ALSO, THE UNIVERSE HATES ME.
DUMPTY-DUMPTY-DUMPTY-DEE.
^^ I rhyme.
Paper progress: 152 words written out of a required 1800. I am not going to be sleeping tonight.
I think this calls for poetry:
Shall I compare thee to summer's day?
No, because it WILL NEVER BE SUMMER.
ALSO, THE UNIVERSE HATES ME.
DUMPTY-DUMPTY-DUMPTY-DEE.
^^ I rhyme.
Paper progress: 152 words written out of a required 1800. I am not going to be sleeping tonight.
