mugger, mugger, muggeration, blast and damn and botheration
I feel strange. Not unhappy, just strange. Unmoved. Unexcited without being serene. Coasting. Hmmmmmm.
I should be raring up to go for the SATs on Saturday, but at the moment what I'm really worried of is that I'll forget all about it on the crucial Friday night. It's 7.45 on a weekend morning. DON'T FORGET DON'T FORGET DON'T FORGET.
Am I regressing/progressing into a muggering profeciency?
If you don't hear from me for more than three weeks, assume that I have died.
Bye.
I should be raring up to go for the SATs on Saturday, but at the moment what I'm really worried of is that I'll forget all about it on the crucial Friday night. It's 7.45 on a weekend morning. DON'T FORGET DON'T FORGET DON'T FORGET.
Am I regressing/progressing into a muggering profeciency?
If you don't hear from me for more than three weeks, assume that I have died.
Bye.
posted by the zen thing at 6:57 pm
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