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[chassit]

If they told you I'm mad, then they lied. I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive. I'm the triolet, bursting with pride; If they told you I'm mad, then they lied. No, it isn't obsessive. Now hide All the spoons or I might get convulsive. If they told you I'm mad then they lied. I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive. What Poetry Form Are You?

I've been feeling kind of depressed lately. Sort of like I don't want to do anything. Of course, this is probably made worse by the fact I found out that I have to go to the dentist's tomorrow, and that's always a rather nervous experience for me.

Just sorta... tired. Going to bed shortly.