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I bore myself. I'm boring myself constantly. I'm so bored by myself right now I'm practically asleep. Mint Manor is full of goils (and a boil), but they're all engrossed in the director's commentary, so they can't make the Tavie voice in my head shut up. I could listen to John Cameron Mitchell talk, but he's beginning to exhaust me. (No, I'm not getting Hedwigged out. I'm just getting loopy.)

Why is there nothing new under the sun? and the moon and the earth and some indian god--

--gah, maybe there is such a thing as too much, I can't complete a thought without Stephen Trask interrupting it.

I'm going to go colour with my crayons now.

Miles of numb metaphors surrounding a tiny, flickering intellect.

I'm Ringo.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:01 PM | shower me with attention