You decide to rest your head these days. Mine last night? A hookah-stained couch.
It's 10 AM and I've woken up slightly discombobulated. I wouldn't classify this as a hangover per-say, but I'm definitely a little off at the moment. Throat is raspy, can barely speak from all the smoking I did kind of thing. The absurdity of yesterday is that things started around 4 PM and didn't technically end for 12 hours. I've come to the realization that by moving here,
Pause. Inspectors are here. I'll update later.
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