God, I want a cigarette. My brain is telling me to just have one, and that's all.
ut-sha up-a, ain-bra
It's either a cigarette or a 1/2 gallon of lactose-free ice cream, which will still put me in the john for most of the night. Must be all the sugar. Maybe I can just sleep through all of this. Maybe I should go for a walk, and take the dogs along with. Later...
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