*Complains**Complains some more**Wonders why everyone walks away*

Our autopsy patient had to be one of those 'Hmmm, there isn't an actual reason for it to be dead' cases.
I know I would complain equally if I had to write an endless report to do a 'How on earth did it live as long as it did' case justice, but for now I'll practice my whining with the opposite justification.

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( Of course I cheated - the Muppet I love most does all the things I talk myself out of, how am I supposed to get the result I want without cheating? )

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A new attempt of my conscience to get me started on actually studying for the exams was successfully averted yesterday. Instead I found out how to save an animated icon in a way that actually works.
On the whole, I think everyone would be better of, if I'd listened to the little voice in my head for once.

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And just because it's the most random and pointless thing someone said to me in quite a while:
'Hey Alex, your shirt is the same colour as your eyes.'
Huh?