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Hahah, another Ode to something that makes me laugh.Considering how much I use my spell checker what with all my stories, I think it suits. I have an Ode to WS_FTP LE on the downstairs computer. I'll put it up whenever I feel like it. Day two of no Sarah. She left about forty messages on my answering machine. I hate not being able to talk to her face to face. Recent happening have made me change my mind of turning this into a private diary. I think. I bought The Mists of Avalon and The Lord of the Flies for a bit of light end-of-summer reading. And i re-read The Lovely Bones for the fiftieth time from sheer boredom. Leaving wednesday. Will be back in ten days. I'm not going to lie and say I love you all, because I don't. I only like some. ~Lili, who is feeling cynical and hateful, but it might be because it's so late at night.