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Vox Audita Perrit, Literra Scripta Manet....
The heard word is lost, the written letter remains...
An exit to eternal summer slacking.
These Mary Bryant promos are honestly too much.

I wish I wasn't sitting here finishing off my 3300-word essay for religion. I was I was lying on a Caribbean beach with some sort of drink in a coconut. Being fed peeled grapes. By Jack Davenport.

But hey, at least it's storming here. And the sound of rain is a very pleasant one. Especially when you're as tired and lacking in motivation as me.

...the book case just made an odd noise. And I've just had a terrible vision of a repeat of the Holy Thursday disaster of '02 happening, in which our kitchen/dining room ceiling caved in with a torrent of water/dead leaves/random crap pouring in due to our clogged gutters and the rain. Nice.

Current Mood: tired tired
Current Music: Fastball- The Way

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