After tonight I want nothing more than to play my ukelele and piano and belt songs as if I have the angelic voices of the teenage girls with straightened hair and flowered dresses who sang at the Student Expression night tonight.
But then I realize it's 10:00, and my family is going to bed, and I have homework still to finish, and...
...oh yeah. I don't have their voices, either.
So that leaves me with my thoughts.
But that's a little too much of an interesting place to reside as of now. I have literally received so many mental messages today, I don't know what to do with them all.
Nicknames. Oh dear. Just when I thought I was done.
Tea. To keep or not to keep.
Hair. Just do what I want. I don't have time for this.
Irony.
Oh, the irony.
The cruel, heartbreaking, sitcom-worthy irony.
Distractions.
That don't work.
I'm still sticking with the fact that the Returned Memory is right.
Hesitantly.
But now there's also this whole new strangely similar puzzle piece to fit in. I don't know where it fits, or if it's supposed to go where I thought the other one went, or if it goes to a different puzzle altogether. I don't know.
I. Don't. Know.
But I'm going to end on a lighthearted note and say to the first Wizard, you are indeed worthy of your title.
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