So this is a new year. I'm exactly one day into sober January and all I want is a drink. And it's, like, 10 a.m. Fack. Although, there's something to be said for lucidity and there's few fates worse than becoming a parody of oneself. Of course some might say that particular ship has sailed, but those people are all total fags ("fag" being the "it" slur of the big Oh-Four.)
Blah.
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