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| 'Esme, I hope thats you and not a Werewolf' |
Lieing in bed waiting to call Johnn at 11.
Seems like ages away >.<
So writing this to pass time.
Not shure how this is gonna work as i have sod all that makes sence to say
Just said to my cat whos rusleing about in my cupbord;
'Esme, I hope thats you and not a Werewolf'
Think im officaly mad now.
Bit dillusional.
Oh dear.
If i was sat up i'd be rocking side to side.
I was earlyer.
Should get a strait jacket.
Would quite like to try and excape from one of those actuly.
The way im writing tonight makes me seem realy jittery and jumpy.
Kindof am actuly.
If read aloud this crap would need to be read at top speed
Might have to try that.
10.47
Woah wearwolf cat has launched her self on my face *glares*
Evil furball.
10.48
Twelve mins before i can techincly call my beloved.
Think he's high.
Woulnt surprise me actuly.
I seem high minus the drugs, I have that skill.
Well this says alot for my mental helth doesnt it.
Humm.
I like to talk crap often.
This is what happens when you have no sleep.
I don't advise it.
Not that this is through choise but that isnt the point.
God my hands hurt from typing so much so fast.
Wonder what the word count for this is.
There should be a word count on hear.
Thats a plan.
10.51.
Nine more mins left.
Well i've waisted sevral mins of my life typing my mind setting out.
Doubt many shall read this dispite the awesome tital.
Ah well, i can read this over tomorrow and question my sainity!
Horah!
Over and out!
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