After finishing my move, there was the 4th of July party stuff, and then a day devoted to the accompanying hangover where all the angels in heaven and devils in hell beat on my head like a drum while I lay in bed and watched shit on PBS like an old woman with broken legs.
My boundless spirit of adventure is running on empty and I can't remember the ends to any of the stories but aside from that I'm still alive and most of my bruises have already healed heh.
I think I just need another cup of coffee and I'll be all good ahaha.
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