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Haven't read the magazine article book. I finished one of the romance books though.
Any dreams I had last night are vaporized now.
The house is a mess and even though there's no-one around to complain, I can imagine what they might say. This still isn't inspiration enough for me to clean up. Why?
Because its 90-fucking-degrees in here, that's why. If I could shoot the fucking sun out of the sky....
Must sooth self with bath, soda, reading other romance novel...