I can still smell the fake plastic wood from my new record player. I would love to say it's adding some ambiance to the new Radiohead record, but in all honesty, I'm on the verge of a small headache. Unfortunately a small headache would be a small tick on my list of health woes. I woke from the litany of bad dreams to everything part of guts screaming. Hooray for insurance, yes?
One would think with think with my night job and the writer's strike still going on I would do still with my free time.
But that's what New Years is for, right? That sitcom ain't gonna write itself. That guitar ain't gonna play itself. My brain ain't gonna re-learn math on it's own is it?
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I can no longer example or understand my Mother's behavior.
One would think with think with my night job and the writer's strike still going on I would do still with my free time.
But that's what New Years is for, right? That sitcom ain't gonna write itself. That guitar ain't gonna play itself. My brain ain't gonna re-learn math on it's own is it?
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I can no longer example or understand my Mother's behavior.