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Could I get rich on that? Or maybe cranking out smut novels?
It might, certainly, raise my standard of dying, even if it would lower my standard of dead. I gotta try to balance not just living and dying, but living, dying and dead. It's only me here.
I'm being ragdolled by my sleep circus and Donald's. I'm seeing shit like this and thinking, no, clearly, he needs to go to bed and stay there for a full eight for at least a month.
I know what I'm talking about.
pipe up any time....
