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Guh, I'm so damn tired.

Haven't done much today other than doing homework, and I didn't even finish it all... And now the entire house stinks from the solvent and I've got circle-shaped labels dancing in front of my eyes. I haven't even had time to finish reading the fic that was written for me at xmmficathon, but so far it's wonderful (and long!! Yaaaaay!!)

Remember what I said yesterday of me being in the mood for a light movie? I ended up watching World Trade Center. Yeah.

It was good, even if a bit on the sentimentalistic side, and it brought up a lot of stuff everyone panicked that day. We might be a country away, but we're damn right close. Oh, and I cried. A lot.

The short story about the sluttiest slut in the universe is going slowly. *sigh* Here's what I got so far, in Spanish:

Original - Teh slutty story
( Te alimentas de los gemidos, del sonido de tu nombre suspirado una y otra vez por voces temblorosas... )

And the English version
( You feed of the moans, of the sound of your name shighed once and again with shaky voices... )

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I translated it in like, ten minutes, so the English version must suck, so very sorry.