Presumably there's a timey-wimey way around this.*

[bending_sickle]

Reasons why I need a voice-recorder, entry #256:

Sometimes, especially when I'm utterly exhausted - and in this case, majorly food-deprived - I start humming and spouting off made-up lyrics and melodies. Here's what I've managed to scribble down just now. I fully accept that it may be crap - I'm not entirely up to full mental abilities just yet.

Let's go out for a walk,
make the whole town talk,
'cause in my town, baby,
they talk all day long,
going on 'bout how we're wrong.

But you and me,
it's plain to see,
will prove them all the fools
and we'll break all the rules.
'Cause you and me,
it's plain to see,
were meant to be.**

Walking down the street,
greeting everyone we meet
like it's our right -
we shouldn't have to fight for it -
hand in hand
and shoulder to shoulder.

We don't need to play their game:
we got our own to show 'em.

Will be posting to sickle_stories along with backdated stuff when I realize that it really isn't all that hard to log-out and log-in. As it is, I'm totally zonked out.

I got 1 page of notes left to condense, then a little conclusion thingy. Dad's plane's still delayed, coming round at 11 am instead of 7 am (le fucked). Doctor Who's ETA is in round about 2 hrs. :(

* snowgrouse, inna meme
** Someone break out the butter, this here's corny!