Oh fuck
This is bad. I'm fucking sick of waking up in the afternoon. What makes me turn off my alarm without further ado, every morning and go right back to sleep? What the fuck am I thinking? What's the subliminal messages I'm giving myself?
I went out checking time zones, turns out it's 10 in the morning in Venezuela. Yeah, now what the fuck am I doing with my days and nights. Why do I believe I'm in Venezuela?
You shouldn't judge negatively beforehand, but I have a distinct feeling this will be one of those days when you either do what you do, by yourself and keep any restlessness out the door - or, alternitavely, you perish because there won't be nobody at your door to cheer you up.
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