Here I am! Dead tired, though not (as some have suspected, owing to my long absence from the autojournalistic realm) dead in the strict sense, as an elephant might be dead were one to drop it from a helicopter hundreds of feet above the forest. It is, however, only the most excellent sort of tired, born of the most excellent sort of night. Against
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Your description of Mitch's awesomeness reminded me of Tycho's writing, meaning that it turned me on. Well, in a really dorky way.
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I was wondering where you were! Silly phone. Apparently it doesn't care that I miss you. Jeez.
Also, I want a smoothie. Get me one, and put it in a bag. I will drink it next time.
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Hey, while you're there, answer me this! I forgot to tell you the one element of the nicer, slightly farther, marginally cheaper Prague apartment - it has a kitchen. Do you care? That could be helpful in not spending much food money, so if that's important to you, we can switch to that one. If you still prefer being directly above that little market, then I'll fax the form to our original choice tomorrow.
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-A bored internet reader.
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wut wut, tuff gui krew in the hous, some1 call happycat!
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Absolutely hilarious. If you ever write a book -- let me know, I'll buy it.
That's all, just wanted to let you know you brightened my day.
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As it happens, I am writing a novel. I imagine both this journal and perhaps the NYU community will hear of it, should it ever go anywhere.
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