Reclining in bed, waiting for the internet to update, singing along to Fiona Apple, and lamenting things.
I should down a fistful of “sleep medicine” if I’m going to be like this. It won’t help, but at least I’ll have an excuse to be a useless lump after 30 or 40mg.
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