It's Only Wednesday - Revision history

Platypus at 18:38, 19 October 2013

Platypus — Sat, 19 Oct 2013 18:38:45 GMT

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	[[Shit. I gotta bring in some cash today or something.]]		[[Shit. I gotta bring in some cash today or something.]]
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Lazysmirk at 17:35, 19 October 2013

Lazysmirk — Sat, 19 Oct 2013 17:35:46 GMT

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	[[Who cares. Back to sleep.]]		[[Who cares. Back to sleep.]]
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	[[Shit. I gotta bring in some cash today or something.]]		[[Shit. I gotta bring in some cash today or something.]]

Lazysmirk at 17:34, 19 October 2013

Lazysmirk — Sat, 19 Oct 2013 17:34:52 GMT

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	Light bleeds through the blinds and hits your eyelids. You find yourself sprawled crossways over the bed and your neck at a worrying angle close to the nightstand. One sharp movement and the corner would’ve pressed through your eye. The fuck kind of world do you live in. Everything conspires to cause you harm, apparently.		Light bleeds through the blinds and hits your eyelids. You find yourself sprawled crossways over the bed and your neck at a worrying angle close to the nightstand. One sharp movement and the corner would’ve pressed through your eye. The fuck kind of world do you live in. Everything conspires to cause you harm, apparently.

-	[[What day is it?]]	+	What day is it?
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		+	[[Who cares. Back to sleep.]]
		+	[[Shit. I gotta bring in some cash today or something.]]

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Lazysmirk — Sat, 19 Oct 2013 17:33:05 GMT

Created page with 'Light bleeds through the blinds and hits your eyelids. You find yourself sprawled crossways over the bed and your neck at a worrying angle close to the nightstand. One sharp move…'

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Light bleeds through the blinds and hits your eyelids. You find yourself sprawled crossways over the bed and your neck at a worrying angle close to the nightstand. One sharp movement and the corner would’ve pressed through your eye. The fuck kind of world do you live in. Everything conspires to cause you harm, apparently.

[[What day is it?]]