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[phosfate]

Little to report. It's hot, humid, and stuffy, and everyone has facial wounds from attempting to claw out their own sinuses. I stay in until I can't stand it anymore, then go out for a soda, then go home again. The closest I've come to a creative endeavor was the unholy union of multicolored graph paper and the Agent Kay notebook I got at Universal last Halloween.

Cleaning out basement, which only seems to make it worse even though there's less crap. Fie.

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[emilyx.livejournal.com]

Ann likes it rough. Um... uh.. apparently.