I start work on Monday.
Its 3:57am, now its 3:58.
I cleaned all day.
I have no idea why I'm so sad right now.
"Dear Mr. Fantasy, play us a tune,
something to make us all happy,
sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy,
you are the one who can make us all laugh,
but doing that you break out in tears...." (traffic)
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