It’s past 4:30 am and I really, really, <em>really</em> should go to sleep.
But <em>noooo</em>. I’m letting the Internet eat my life instead.
No one makes sense at 4 am, I tell ya. This is the perfect time to make promises you don’t intend to keep.
You can always blame it on being drunk. Or tired.
(Can you believe it? I’m <em>not</em> drunk!)
My mind is scrambled. I have no idea what to do next.
Temporizing. Procrastinating. Wasting time.
Damn it.
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