Day the Thirtieth:
Due to having an actual life and junk, I fell off the BEDA wagon. I did stay up for 23 1/2 hours to watch a wedding though. I thought it was beautiful, and had a small moment of wishing I had a budget that could get me a choir like that. If I had to break down into percentages why I was watching the Royal Wedding it would read something like this:
40% the music.
40% because they are my monarchy, becasue it was a spectacle, because someting like that might not roll around in my lifetime again, becasue of the history
20% to see the dress.
So there you have it, my reasons for being stupid and fall off a wagon.
The END.
Of BEDA
GERONIMO
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