Jesus H. Christ, it's 4:30--why can't I fucking go to sleep. Man, to add cosmic insult to cosmic injury, I can't even be in the best shape to make use of the limited time I have to get shit done because I can't even fucking sleep.
I'm going to be one pissed off firecracker tomorrow. The only thing for it is to drink as many red eyes and Red Bulls as I can get my hands on.
This isn't right, I tell you. This just isn't fucking right.
I'm going to be one pissed off firecracker tomorrow. The only thing for it is to drink as many red eyes and Red Bulls as I can get my hands on.
This isn't right, I tell you. This just isn't fucking right.
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