Yesterday, I was stuck in the office for 15 hours with a pile of documents that will be needed for Death Star Inspection tomorrow. Yes. 15 hours. I think I was only able to sleep for... oh, just a little over 3 hours. Now I'm back here trying to get all these papers in order. Maybe I should take Anakin's advice and turn all these papers into origami? It sure would be more fun for me. Imagine a bunch of origami mobiles hanging from the dear Emperor's throne room ceiling. Cute. Unless he decides he doesn't like it, of course. Then I'll be in big big trouble and things won't be so cute. Damn. I can still feel my heart pounding. And everything is just so... fuzzyyyyyy. I think I'll need a break after tomorrow's inspection. Lord, help me survive tomorrow.

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Ever since that day, I've been feeling different. I think I'll need these happy thoughts to get me through tomorrow. Tomorrow, tomorrow... I don't quite love you, tomorrow....

Just a thought. What would you do if you came face to face with someone who's irredeemably cute and nakakaaliw?

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I love the guy. So sue me. :p

.:chronicled by senator skywalker at 5:06:00 PM:.
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