I'm starting to hate the taste of nicotine gum.
Whilst I'm not writing about it, I am trying to lose a bit of weight, and I'm down to 14 stone and 2 ounces. One more stone and I'll be happy.
Gem is feeling sad this morning and I have no idea why.
The weather doesn't seem as "nice" as yesterday, and I like that.
Dammit, I missed an Al Bhed primer, but it's okay - I think I can get it again later in the game.
The cats are weird.
I'm going to tidy this fucking room if it kills me.
I really like Peter V Brett's work.
How the Hell does all this crap end up on the table? We don't even use half this shit.
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