You know that amazing feeling you have when you're brimming on the edge of pure joy by the amount of excitement that comes out of having so much fun? The feeling of hope, happiness? Of self respect and relaxation? Well...
I don't have it.
Perched on this rather uncomfortable leather sofa, tapping away on my rather idiotic Nokia after being taken away from my rather important ChromeBook, you can can be sure I'm suffering. Seriously, though,
You have no idea how much pain I am in.
Or maybe you do.
If you are home alone, nothings on the TV except some old cowboy films and a dog snoring on your lap, dreaming of whatever it is dogs dream about, nothing to do, you've just finished reading the 8th Skulduggery Pleasant book and the fact that you can't go on your very special, fun and best buddy ChromeBook putting a rather large downer on things then I know how you feel my friend, I know how you feel.
Unless you're me, then that's pretty worrying.
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