Okay, I feel really dumb. I can't even get past question 4. aaaaaaaaaaaah. Yeah, I'm dumb.
Right, I'm up to forty something and I can't be arsed any more. Until tomorrow. Damn addictive thing.
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My target was 64, (being the number in the name of my company, Sixty Four Recordings) and I got there, so now I can sleep, which is good, cause I start work in about 6 hours. Damn stoopid game, stealing my sleeps.
Tomorrow's Just An Excuse Away, So I Pull My Collar Up And Face The Cold, On My Own. The Earth Laughs Beneath My Heavy Feet, At The Blasphemy In My Old Jangly Walk.
86. And now I'm sick of working my way back through to it when I fuck up
Tomorrow's Just An Excuse Away, So I Pull My Collar Up And Face The Cold, On My Own. The Earth Laughs Beneath My Heavy Feet, At The Blasphemy In My Old Jangly Walk.