So tomorrow (or today, I suppose) is Sunday. Thankgiving. Woot.
The next day is Monday.
On which I go back to Halifax.
To my home.
And I get really fucking drunk.
Repeat as necessary.
I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed
I thought I'd pegged you an idiot's dream
Tunnel vision from the outsider's screen
I never understood the
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