Sunday, August 08, 2004
Do you ever have one of those nights where you drink twenty-seven ounces of espresso and then it feels like you're French-kissing Jesus but only for a couple of hours and after that you try to get some sleep but you can't because your heartbeat's screaming obscenities at you and you just lie there going progressively more insane until you pass out in a one litre puddle of your own drool?
Me too.
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Me too.
