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There are a lot of games.
There are a lot of characters.
There are a lot of pairings between characters.

Hmmmm.

Conclusion:

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There are various kinds of cacti that are quite hallucinogenic.

Not that I'm into that sort of thing.

I want a garden.

Mmm gourds.

I visited one of those street psychics in downtown Minas Tirith today. She told me that there was children in my future in a marriage with a tall, dark, and handsome man.

Had her shot.

Next please?

Am considering going into therapy concerning my violent reactions to squirrels.

Woke up naked in a ditch with a rusty shovel and sixty-eight neatly skinned squirrel pelts.

Do not know where I am. Am very cold. Am talking in fragments.

Am feeling like passing out.

I think someone tried to kill me. But I cannot be too sure.

I did, however, wake up with Mickey Mouse ears on my head. And an empty bottle of Advil beside me.

Groovy.

I feel space-sick.

"I have several children who I'm turning into killers. Wait til they grow up" - message scrawled on David Berkowitz's apartment wall, with an arrow pointing to a hole in the wall.

What makes a serial killer tick?

A most fascinating read. Truly.

Dead hobbit count up to twenty-eight. Eldarion's aim is getting better and better.

I just remembered what the point of my last update was. Here we go:


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