Brr... Jesus. It's freezing. No heat here. I think I've become nocturnal. So little daylight. Gotta stop staying up all night. Alone in bed. Might as well get high. Fucking Holidays, nothing ever gets done. Even the ones with jobs are just phoning it in, staring their days away at the glowing mess of onscreen advertisements. Rotten economy. Dark days.
Then, amidst the wash of grey, a song came on--the great Fuck-All to every unfulfilled desire and instance of guilt. And so I'm going to do just what I want. If it feels good, do it--we are, after all, American.
Let the speakers push out the cold air and wipsy over-thoughts, find the copy you indubitably own and crank it:
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