Today, I decided to let the hand of fate choose my victim, and it stroked you,
cassassinator, which is good, because you seem to have made an art of liking life.
Day Eight: Sleep
I haven’t been getting enough of it lately. The last two weeks haven’t seen me once achieve snoredom before 1:00 AM, and only rarely before 2:00. Thankfully last week, this was offset
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