So. 5am on a Thursday. I need money. I need a job. I need to quit smoking and taking pills that put me into a stupor.
God. See. The reason I take pills and shit is because if I don't I am able to truly comprehend how fucked I am.
Fuck.
In completely unrelated news, sharks seem to be attacking people a lot this summer.
Fuck.
What am I to do?
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