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I'm in one of those moods I hate. I want to do something, but I can't find anything to do. I can't sleep, because I'm going to be a wiseman later and I don't like to sleep right before performances. I'd like to write, but I can't think of anything to write. There's nothing good on television, although that's no surprise. No movies I feel like watching. And nobody's online to talk to.

Bored, bored, bored.

Slainte

John