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La la, I have nothing to say, I have wasted the day again, how can a person as useless as me continue to exist? What right do I have to be so lucky when I'm so blase about it all? I don't know, I don't know. I think maybe when my flatmate's boy moves in I am going to tell her that I'm thinking of moving out, and then I'll go down to the big smoke... but all for what? I should get out of this chair more. I wish I was more musical.
I need to get into a more civilised sleeping pattern.
My brother's girlfriend talks a lot. A lot. He hardly talks at all. It sounds like a dream combination, but I wonder...
"I get a little tired of having to say
Do you come here often?" - The Who
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