The needle on my blah meter is pegged at "100% blah" today.
It's Monday, it's close week, skies are grey, weather is cold, etc, etc, and so forth, and so on. In a word, blah.
It's difficult even to muster the energy required to inhale and exhale. Too much paxilon hydrochlorate, I guess.
I wanna go back to bed and just ignore this entire day in the
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