Benjamin Juang (ibneko) wrote,
Benjamin Juang

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It's midnight! Friday the Thirteenth! We're all gonna DIE! Or turn into little fuzzy caterpillers with wings (oh, butterflies, I mean) and flutter off into the sky where we'll become angels. Or demons with perfumed wings, minus the evilness.

Right. Oh, the randomness, more signs that Neko must go to bed really soon, else she shall
collapse and the sun will (not find him, the window blinds are closed) find him tomorrow morning curled up in a little ball next to his computer.

This post brought to you by quellogs. The wonderfully nutritious not-a-brand cereal, part of Neko's nonexistant, unbalenced midnight snack.

Wow, that was a pointless point. At least there's no tests tomorrow.

(Accomplished, hai! Filled out two SSL hour forms and two CAS hour forms for four different activities. Mmmm... filling out forms is such a bother, but a delightful lack-of-brain-power activity.)

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