Gar, I hate being sick. Throat hurts like a biatch. 101.4 Fever too T_T
On the plus side, no school! NO TOY! No grande homework due until next week :D Yes, I haven't finished it yet. :D
Finished english poem. Freaken hard....
In silent corners an epic battle raged,
As mind and sleep fiercely fought page by page.
With black ink and keen paper Boredom
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uhm I thought these lines were supposed to be in iambic pentameter? .. but I love the whole temptation of sleep thing XD
ahaaha flautist
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And nice epic. It is like the story of my Sunday night / Monday morning.
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