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[mooging]

IT IS OFFICIALLY TUESDAY NOW.

I...just...I WANT IT TO BE LIFE ON MARS TIME AND THEN I ALSO REALLY, REALLY DON'T.

Don't think I'll be able to cope, people. You will have to sit through flail and denial and wibblings and holy God, I don't want it to end.

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[misplacedmarble.livejournal.com]

I might contemplate letting Jeremy Clarkson's Land Rover Discovery tow me out, if only to amuse myself with his shouts of 'POWEEEEEEEEEEEERR!!!". But it would fail because IT OBVIOUSLY ISN'T ENDING.

YES.

OMG. 5 HOURS.

*hyperventilates*

[moogle62.livejournal.com]

It's seriously pathetic, but I'm hormonal right now anyway and I just keep thinking that, you know, this is actually the end and I just keep crying.

FOR GOD'S SAKE ME, PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER.

*dissolves*

[misplacedmarble.livejournal.com]

IT'S OK. CALM DOWN. DEEP BREATHS. DON'T THINK ABOUT IT.

Etc.

Think about that wondeful picture th_esaurus drew of James May in riding boots instead. (That is, if that's your kind of thing. XD)