I fell asleep (sort of) earlier. Today was one of those mondays when I didn't get enough sleep/my internal clock was all fucked up. I call them "boy is it ever monday" days. Everything feels weird. Even my spit.
Huh, I think I just ran out of thoughts. My mind is still probably a little fried from that pseudo-nap. Whatevs. 'till next time...keep ridin' that mystery train!
(another Transatlantic reference)
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