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What do you know. I have run out of stuff to write. Absolute blank! What a day. I am goinf to force myself to write, though. It won't do to stop this, the only thing that keeps me going. The knowledge that my blog loves me.

Today was actually no worse than any other. Now that I sit myself down and think about it, actually I have very little to complain about. So what is the matter ! Why on earth or mars am I in such a cadaveric mood. (Couldn't think of a better word). Maybe it is all this whiteness getting to my nerves. Although I never knew I had any nerves. Or maybe I should be seeing some doc.

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