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Dear Headache. Go the fuck away. I can't write with you there.

Also, while I'm at it. Dear Story idea. JELL already damnnit! JELL!

I hate you all.

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I think I have my souvenir priorities screwed up. I'm at a Dr. Who convention and I buy two Tribbles from David Gerald. Plus a poison ring.

But I also bought a "Vote Saxon" and "Don't Blame me I voted for Saxon" bumper stickers, so I guess that kinda makes up for it.

Oish, don't ask me what else happened today... my mind hasn't processed it.