Trying to maintain my goal of writing SOMEthing every single day but late night + awesome food + good wine = lazy meme theft copout.  So: the nearest book to you, open to p.45, first line = your 2012 forecast:
"Things got worse."
Oh dear. This does not bode well.
"Things got worse."
Oh dear. This does not bode well.
 
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Date: 2012-01-15 05:10 am (UTC)*giggles*
From Monstrous Regiment.
I shall crack whip! More fic!
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