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I think perhaps the Doctor Who series was a bad idea for me. Sure, it kept me up and busy, but now, after I have calmed down from the excitement of the finale, I am tired, drained. It's nearly ten o'clock in the morning, and I can hear the POD PEOPLE moving around the house.
But I must not sleep.
I. Must. Not. Sleep.
I have fanfiction ideas, so many ideas just spinning in my head. Perhaps I will write them, stay awake.
But for how much longer?
This may be my final post as myself. Listen, all who read this: DO NOT SLEEP.
Jaz, Phil, Becky--if you read this, DO NOT SLEEP. Somehow, they get to you, I don't know, a chemical, a poison, something, and then they take you over.
Maybe it was the brownies. They put it in the brownies....
I hope you gusy survive this....
Goodbye.
But I must not sleep.
I. Must. Not. Sleep.
I have fanfiction ideas, so many ideas just spinning in my head. Perhaps I will write them, stay awake.
But for how much longer?
This may be my final post as myself. Listen, all who read this: DO NOT SLEEP.
Jaz, Phil, Becky--if you read this, DO NOT SLEEP. Somehow, they get to you, I don't know, a chemical, a poison, something, and then they take you over.
Maybe it was the brownies. They put it in the brownies....
I hope you gusy survive this....
Goodbye.
