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sometimes at night we walk down by the river
MOST THINGS ARE GREAT BUT WOW DO I WISH I COULD STOP BEING ILL. I am totally lazing here, catching up on rest plus the entire internets, and being given birthday hugs and cups of green tea, while other people are doing productive IRL stuff like working for a living or assembling Z's furniture. I am getting a little bit worried about my body's continuing failziness when it comes to processing substances more complicated than coffee; doesn't help that I have become used to humidity and am getting horribly dehydrated at times. I have no appetite, and therefore no energy, and I can't even write right now; but hey, if I wasn't so ill then I might find the sudden inactivity more jarring.
(seriously, everything between two weekends ago and yesterday afternoon was completely brutally unfun, I don't even, you have no idea how far behind on Homestuck I got or how many bruises I have covering me or how little sleeps has been had. YAY.)
My sister has a lovely house in Plumstead. It is full of bikkits and boxes full of books. Z has given us a tour of the many delights of Woolwich Arsenal; I shall have to pick a day when I manage to leave the house before sunset and photograph some of the Royal Artillery Barracks shit because it is awesome having so much razorwire in the middle of a residential area, and some of the warning signs are epic. You can see the Dome from the riverside, and E14. There is a Clarks clearance outlet on the main street which is awfully convenient seeing as the nice comfy shoes I bought at a Clarks clearance outlet in 2007 finally died last weekend, omg clarks are amazing. Mostly, there are people, real ones, with hugs and everything.
(seriously, everything between two weekends ago and yesterday afternoon was completely brutally unfun, I don't even, you have no idea how far behind on Homestuck I got or how many bruises I have covering me or how little sleeps has been had. YAY.)
My sister has a lovely house in Plumstead. It is full of bikkits and boxes full of books. Z has given us a tour of the many delights of Woolwich Arsenal; I shall have to pick a day when I manage to leave the house before sunset and photograph some of the Royal Artillery Barracks shit because it is awesome having so much razorwire in the middle of a residential area, and some of the warning signs are epic. You can see the Dome from the riverside, and E14. There is a Clarks clearance outlet on the main street which is awfully convenient seeing as the nice comfy shoes I bought at a Clarks clearance outlet in 2007 finally died last weekend, omg clarks are amazing. Mostly, there are people, real ones, with hugs and everything.