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Journal Some Woman's Journal: Ow. Beep. HUALGHLAHGLUAHLUAHLUAG. 28

Ow.

My left wrist feels as though somebody has installed nanobots inside that pinch and stab with sharp objects my various wrist inards whenever I use it to lift, push, pull or twist. It just started suddenly this morning. Gah. I'm using a copy of "Chemical and Engineering Thermodynamics"[1] to elevate my forearm to reduce the pain of typing.

Beep.

When I came home today, I heard a faint incessant beeping noise (219 beats per minute, to be exact). The beeping intensified when I entered my bedroom, where I found that I must have stepped on my metronome this morning.[2] I should clean my abode.

HUALGHLAHGLUAHLUAHLUAG.

I actually have nothing to say here. It's just the best onomotopaeic phrase ever, courtesy of banky.

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[1] Just to clarify: this is the most use I've ever gotten out of the book. I kept it only in case I failed the class. I should get rid of it now.

[2] Which I was using to gauge the tempo of various songs so that I can make my own Dance Dance Revolution music.

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