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Aug. 5th, 2003 10:40 pmSo. Fucking. Tired. Really. I'm completely drained.
First point of order: Nat and I are working out feasible dates for the Maskerade. I loff her for this.
Second: I went to the bookshop to buy Swan Sister today, but they don't have it; they don't even have it on their system yet it's that new. Damn you internet, with your siren song of books and albums and movies not yet released.
Third: I can almost do Tavun (I've completely forgotten the country, I'm afraid. I'm that tired) Throat singing. More practise and I'll be there, I think. It's just a different style of harmonics.
Fourth: I feel really sick. I don't want to get up tomorrow, or ever.
First point of order: Nat and I are working out feasible dates for the Maskerade. I loff her for this.
Second: I went to the bookshop to buy Swan Sister today, but they don't have it; they don't even have it on their system yet it's that new. Damn you internet, with your siren song of books and albums and movies not yet released.
Third: I can almost do Tavun (I've completely forgotten the country, I'm afraid. I'm that tired) Throat singing. More practise and I'll be there, I think. It's just a different style of harmonics.
Fourth: I feel really sick. I don't want to get up tomorrow, or ever.