Ginny is close to comatose. Ginny needs sleep...
Ginny fingers no hit keyboard right.
Ginny... gets tired of talking about herself in the third person. I was up all night writing an essay for History - internal assessment, credit, blah education, words, words and more words. (This is how you can tell I'm really exhausted: usually I love the whole word-blah-word thing.)
*must stop wanting to write about what would be here in another future* O.o
My hands are purple. The cat (one of the cats - Molly, white and speckled, friendly purring) jumped on top of the heater a few nights ago and gave herself a fright. Is this what 17-year-olds think about?
*shakes head* I give up. Will come back when I am awake and less horribly self-centred. Have a good night! :)
posted by Anonymous @ 5:07 PM
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