Down at 1? Body wakes me up at 5:30? I’m into work and getting things done by the time the alarm goes off? I can feel a cough developing. Yeah, great day.
And then spent all night pondering mortality, which has been par for the past couple weeks. Or decade. Something like that. We live short lives. We should put ourselves out there. Why leave things to be said for when we die? Sure I often look retarded for throwing it out there, but eh. The worst that can happen is I die. As long as I don’t insult a necromancer. Because then it gets real weird.
...like butta' on your toast!
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