Damn!

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I knew I forgot something. >_<

Well, congrats to poster #6,000, whoever you are.

I have lots of homework to do and I didn't do a lick of it yesterday. And I'm tired. And I had a dream where I was in a classroom that wanted to kill me. Yes, the classroom itself wanted me dead. It possibly wanted everyone else dead as well, I forget. No one else believed this, though, even when the oversized staples holding stuff to the wall came out and started whizzing across the room towards our heads.

La.

I am *so* on a roll today.

In the past two hours or so, I have:

* Spilled Tang all over my desk
* Flooded the bathroom
* Ruined a roll of toilet paper in the act of flooding the bathroom
* Ruined a roll of paper towels by accidentally sending them rolling across the dirty kitchen floor
* Knocked over and nearly broken a lamp
* Nearly flooded the kitchen

Do I rock, or what?

...what.

Brian!

http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/zone/n/i/nikolay2/07.jpg.html

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I wrote this story once; sort of a Dark Tower fanfic, in a way, if you ignored the fact that it didn't involve Stevie's characters at all, nor even very much of his world. I rather liked it at the time. Haven't read it in about a year, though, so for all I know it really sucks. However, someone emailed me expressing curiousity in it, and since I'm too lazy to format it for the web and mess with ftp...
( ...I'll post it here. )