It's the start of another week. The last week of the first month of 2011. How fast.
“I wonder why I don’t go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip one hour more of sleep and live.”
That describes exactly how I feel many nights when I tell Andyboy I don'
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