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Groan, Creak, Sore


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I feel hungover.

I don't think there was a single night this week I got more than 6 hours of sleep, and usually it was much lower. I have no one to blame but myself, and I don't regret. Feels good at the time and gets better in the morning, neh? Simple body chemistry alteration that was sustained over the week. Normally coffee once a week, that trend was inverted with the addition of too many non-organic donuts and beer. Refined sugar, caffeine, alcohol, sleep deprivation, and mania. It is unsurprising in the extreme that I'm crashing.

It was alot of fun. Chilling wit the King, some surrogates, a gifted organist, and an attractive violist. Watched The Departed again, ate some burgers, got a dental plan, and watched a musical theatrical interpretation of Ovid's Metamorphoses. All in all, pretty awesome.

Parade of Lost Souls is tonight. I'm stupendously excited.

Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Danger Mouse - The Grey Album (free d/l)