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December 3rd

Quench Quake Grapefruit & Tangerine Sour 4.6%

I don't even know what this is supposed to be. It tastes like a bag of sweets that has gone off.

I can hear my dog being blow-dried and an episode of 'Can't Pay' that I have seen before is on. I can't get the Fire Stick to work (no surprise there) so I can't watch what I actually want to.

Work was like amazing. So glad to see everyone again. I have missed them all so much. At this point I wish Waynes World was still a thing.

Couldn't sleep so got up at about 4am and watched the world go past on my wall. Insomnia is the worst disease not homophobia.

Waiting for a man to come and tell me how much it will be to fix the roof while he quietly judges me.

However much it is it will be too much. I hope he's not creepy like the last one.

I put ibuprofen gel on my arms and it makes me feel weird. A detachment. I always detached. The world just happens around me.

Am I repeating myself? I feel like I am.

Am I repeating myself? I feel like I am.

Whoever the two of you are who read this. Why? For Gods sake why?

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