Thursday

4

I didn't realize how fucking ironic that was until just now. Of course... it wasn't really ironic before now. Jesus, what the hell am I talking about?

In 8 days, I'll be asleep, probably, somewhere in Annie's house. Under normal circumstances [bitter cackle] this would be cause for much glee. Part of me will be amused to see exactly how together I won't manage to be.

I am a damn sorry imitation of a human being.

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