doorbell monologue
well now, well now.
i've just finished up the run of 'noir way out', all is grand, except that i am completely christing exhausted, bruised and generally in need of a bit of a chillout, a prospect impeded by my impending dissertation. still though, can't complain; i'm just grateful that i don't have exams. one of our housemates has moved back home, the ramifications of which were already being made apparent by last night's debauchery.
here's a wee bit more now.
I made number 34
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