And just like that, all desire to type ebbs away as my brain slips into boredom. Sigh. Moment of passion passed. Let's move on.
Oh what the hell.
FUCK IT, I'M GOING TO FIND THAT CD/DVD EVEN IF IT MEANS LOOKING THROUGH AN AISLE THREE TIMES OVER.
MUST CONVINCE MUM TO LET ME GO TO OU ON MY OWN.
MUST CONVINCE DAD TO GIVE ME A RIDE. MUST CHECK WALLET.
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