The SATs have finally arrived. Stupid tests. I swear they're making me ill again. They're also making me too preoccupied to do any writing, or to do anything that I would normally do. Like sleeping, and getting fresh air.
I've been poking a voodoo doll that you do not know I made, for you, of you, let's see what needles do...(insert musical note here)
That is a good song. Yeah, well. I need to go revise for this stupid Macbeth test tomorrow or the day after or whenever it is.
Bye bye.
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