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I meant to finish my remix yesterday, I really did, but I was attacked, you see. I was sitting there with my computer on my lap and the word document open, and I started to hear whispering.

"Plaaaaay meeee," hissed my Playstation.

"No," said I.

"Yoooou waaaaaant toooo," hissed my Playstation.

"No," said I, and I turned around so I could not see it anymore.

"Rubeeeeedo," my Playstation insisted. "Albeeeeedo. Nigreeeeedo."

I plugged my ears. "I'm not listening!"

There was silence, and I felt victory in my heart for I believed I had won. Until:

"Teleeeeepathic antiiiiics."

"Oh, fine," said I. "Be that way."

And that is how I got absolutely nothing done yesterday. Not my fault. Really. *goes back to writing remix*

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3509 words and still going! Proof that I am pathologically incapable of writing short things. But we have snuggling! So I must be getting near to the end!

We now return you to your regularly scheduled whatever.

[Edit: 3741 words, and only one and a bit more scenes to go!]