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28/02/02 @ 12:13 p.m.
I'm totally bugged up again, with a miniature flu thing that I caught off my brother. A contract's out on his head now if anyone’s interested. Tuesday night I kept waking up feverish and slightly out of it, and at around six in the morning I managed to convince myself I was the King of England and the only way to sleep would be with my arms in a position fitting for my Queen. Ahem. Anyway, I’ve clearly got nothing to say. In my moments of coherent thought I’m only really thinking about Von anyway, and that’s not for me to write about. I’m going back to bed.
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