If I had an extra arm, I could count down the days of my birthday with my fingers.
Do the math.
Ew. Wait. No. Please don't. Blogging is supposed to be pleasurable.
If I make you do math, I would be an utter monster.
I am graceful.
I have a nice voice.
People make me happy.
Finally, I slept in until 5 a.m. I feel like a champion.
I am Elsinore. Be worried.
Come to the High School on 10*5*11 at 7 p.m. and you will understand.
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