******** hell I've just poured s**t all over my desk.
Ya see, there was some drink still left in my cup, and for no reason, I picked it up and slung it across the desk, where, crash-landing theatrically as the contents spilled all over my mouse and keyboard,; I began to roll around on the floor in hysterics.
Thoughts flowing through my head now : what to do with this sunday?
Should I get some bubble mix to put into my pipe? :3
more poetry writing?
dancing in the kitchen again?
Or, just chat to some friends on gaia?
I'd like to leave you with this note. Last night, I learnt something. People over the internet, who become your friends, deserve time ; just like in the real world.
what's waiting behind the opposite computer screen has just as big a heart as you do smile .
Take care.
Jack.
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