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Had Bucks Night. Went mostly smoothly. Did not kill anyone at all. Looked awesome. Had a buttonhole. Photos (of me at least - the rest are kinda shit, unfortunately) to come. Possibly.

By the bye, WTF is up with all the long hair? What is this, the cast of Godspell??

And because my body has this erroneous idea that it's funny, my headache is finally gone, but I feel incredibly nauseous. Is it possible to get a divorce from your body? Argh.

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I have pretty good spelling, and am a reasonably fast touch typist.

Recently, my brain seems to have rewired itself, so I keep misspelling things as their homonyms. All the damn time. What's wrong with me?

Except for "cemetery". I cannot spell that. Oh, the irony. I shall have to staple my hand to my gothy forehead. My friends in my editing class mocked me for that one. It was the only thing I got wrong in our closed book test.
I'm not a goth, I just have goth tendencies.