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Waking up with a hangover sucks. Waking up with a hangover only to discover that the Organic Roomba has puked about 6 or 7 times all over the house. (Unless I missed my guess, two of those times involved a material that'd already passed through him once. Ew.)

Getting high and eating eggs benedict make things marginally better. Mom and stepdad are coming over to watch carnivale tonight, so I'm going to cook a BBQ pizza (from scratch, natch.)

A whole week with nothing to do. What am I going to do with myself? Maybe I'll actually finish a story or something.

Edit: Twelve Girl Band is cool as fuck.