want to trot my brains out, I swear.

Impending doom hangs in the air still, its sickly stale odor just beyond my senses, but I know its there.

Time to cheer myself up, before I continue writing like a teen goth poet fresh from a shopping trip to Hot Topics, complete with Jack Skellington faux-goth wear.

This should cheer me up: pay particular attention to Sammy the Cat on xylophone. I love that little guy. He makes me giggle like an Asian school girl.

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