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Thursday, October 1


I don’t drink nearly enough water so I’ve been making myself drink a quart jar as soon as I wake up. I read about some old Chinese guy doing that, and everybody knows the easiest path towards ultimate health is to reactively mimic something you heard about an old Chinese guy. But the water hasn’t taken completely yet, and often times my quart jar still has some left from the day before. Also I haven’t slept enough pretty much my entire life. I must be a shriveled raisin version of my true self at this point, perpetually exhausted, dehydrated, yet still burning the metaphorical candle on both ends, twirling it on my middle finger, dripping wax everywhere, all over the carpet, even in the rice cooker. Fuck.

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