Crazycrone (crazycrone) wrote,

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Poached Eyes On Ghost...

I look every  bit as godawful as I feel. My brain! Melltiiing... For a few moments it looked like a thunderstorm was coming, and it got a bit breezy, but it didn't quite hit this part of London. The sun came out and it was worse than ever. Gnyaaaaaah!  Wotan's not hungry, so it's harder than ever to trick him into taking his meds. The only thing  I want to eat is ice cream, and I do. The Fat Police will be coming for me.

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