i was just very rude to the former mrs. richie, the artist who sang like a virgin. her name came up in passing when she was name-dropped by her high-brow damsel friend in an article. my rudeness is probably due to my perpetual cough. i'm still feverishly suffering from the remnants of rain and my claws are in their deadliest. going back to the artist' high-brow friend, she's not the salt of the earth type. she's more like maris crane, only with children.
the game though is occupying the hours. it's also eating up valuable time and power. i've decided to stick with my nintendo tetris. that's it. and i have to go back to bed, i'm feeling enfeebled by just getting out of the room.
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