I don't know what day it is. The last thing I remember eating is a stale bagel at 6:15 a.m. I think I have yesterday's shirt on. I definitely have yesterday's shorts on. What's this in my hair?
Ah yes. Sweet potato and a booger.
I'm going to take a shower. With a beer. Maybe I'll lie down and chug it and catch a quick nap.
Oh wait. It's bed time. Glorious bed time.
What the hell am I doing online? It's bed time! The time I have waited for all day. And what are you doing online? Go to bed! Right now! I mean it!
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Thursday, July 21, 2011
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