Well, it's Saturday, isn't it? I could end the entry there.

Just quiet nothingness. How I like it.
how I do
The only thing that made the heart pump blood around in the veins a little faster was when my mother spilled coffee in the keyboard. I had to take it apart and clean it. Which I did. And it seems to work okay. But now it's had coco and coffee and dirt in it. And the G and L keys are sticky. We need a new one. Lucky that my mum feels responsible. She'll pay for it. Weet.

And that's it. It's Saturday. Nothing ever happens on a Saturday.
saturday night boredom fever
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