I have no cool stories about my day or any sexy anecdotes to tell, just this lame-ass headache that's keeping me awake. If I still smoked wee............ I mean uh,............. participated in herbal therapies, I could make my headache disappear into a fog of happy stoner contentment and Mystery Science Theater 3000. That always used to be fun.
I tried to fall asleep twice now, and my girlfriend passed out hours ago, so it's either blog or...............????
I have no idea. I rented Lost In Translation, I guess I could watch that.
I want to finish reading The Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdie, and drift off to sleep with that masterful prose undulating through my skull, but my eyes hurt and darkness sounds much better.
Maybe I should take Dave Chappelle's advice and get myself some O'Dweeds.
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