Eh, I am meant to be either a. Working on my story or b. Cleaning up for the maintnance man whom comes tomorrow, neither of which I wish to do at the moment, so I'm procrastinating by watever means I can find. Including this meaningless journal. I just wish I would work up the enthusiasm needed to really start on this story, but my mind is so lazy as of late. It's going to take me a thousand and one years to finish this story, a thousand and one years that I do not have. stressed
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