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My brain hurts.

Making a coif should not have been this difficult. My fingers keep hitting all the wrong keys and I've forgotten how to spell hlf my words. Just for the heck of it, I won't fic any typos for the rest of my post. I don' twant ot take the time to go back over things...yeah, I've lazy, but I'm alos justly rited. My blackwiotd is finished, and Joesph's melting flower is dome, and I have a coif. A coif that really, really messed with my brain in ways that seem absurd now. I wan planning on stayign up tonigh tto start a hat, but there's no way. I will go to bed early, well, before midnight, anayway, and reboot. And I plan on talknng to my Dad tonight anout the constest at Bristol, I had thought I'd made up my mind before, but my inherent fickleness set in, and I gigured it woudln't hurt to give it a try. Besides, Rebekah wants to go. I think there is a bobby pin sticking into my head...maybe that's my problem.