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Never again will I try to be witty past midnight, with poetry, a list of 100 songs, French film referencing, and notices of my own health. I will also not look up evidence of Blur slash to illustrate my youthful dabblings in a fandom I didn't even know existed, as this makes the Gods angry and crashed said (let's face it, brilliant) post and is now scattered to the four winds.

::weeps bitterly::

However, just because I'm incompetent, that doesn't mean I can't wish postcardjunkie a happy and brilliant birthday Iit is Sunday, so it's your Birthday.)

You are clearly the non diseased and non-atrophied part of my brain. May it cease being cold and a cute kitten (or two!) find themselves purring against you contentedly.