WHAA

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My stomache just talked to me. In English. English words.

It said, like, "Donn't killl me noowwww." Or something. God, that was scary.

Something four syllabals. Syllables. Whatever.

I went to sleep at five yseterday, watching Veronica Mars. And I didn't even finish. The season. But it was almost six, and I decided that since the sun had been up for a while, it was time to snooze.

Goddamn television shows. The good kind. Of television shows.