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Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Thursday Mourning

Awake, being messaged incessantly by that man (you know, that one), head unable to focus. Three - THREE - exams tomorrow and the foul stench of death in the air.

Its days like these that make me feel like a homicidal psycho jungle cat.

I'll just let Humayun spam a bit more. He's quite good at it, and is a significantly better writer than I (a point proved rather succintly by a little yellow piece of paper in his possession). Plus, I can't think of anything to say.

Humayun?

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