Fuck!

Seeing as I just lost the longest fucking entry ever, and therefore also the last thirty minutes of my life, I am exceedingly, sublimely pissed off.
It was about my day, mostly, and concerned the M*A*S*H book with the really long title, and also Arthur Miller's The Crucible. It was, of course, succintly and stylishly written, with hardly any words of more than one syllable, and it featured an awful lot of ppl talkin lyk dis! LoL!!111!
But now you'll never get to see it. Aren't you sad about that?

Normalcy

Bored.
Bored bored bored.
I don't feel like doing anything. Which is a pity as I have a tonne of work hanging over my head on a thin red thread.
But I don't care. I'm bored. And have just realised I can't get out of PE tomorrow, as I've forged notes two weeks running. Pedar says he will sign the bottom of a whole stack of bits of paper for me, so I can fill in whatever I like at the top. But he's gone somewhere tonight, so I can't ask him, and besides someone might notice I haven't done PE for the last six weeks.
Ah, the blessings of weak ankles. They get you out of everything.
But am now bored. Have been bored constantly for days now, which might account for any moodswings/erratic behaviour/normalcy.
I recently found out "normalcy" was a word invented by the US president Warren Harding. I also recently found out that when Harding died, the capital-letter-phobic poet e.e. cummings said, "The only man I have ever known who could make seven grammatical errors in a simple declarative sentence is dead."
Bored. So bored.
Am not leaving spaces between paragraphs.
Bored.