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03.17.19

It took me most of the night to even get this laptop to load up.

But hello.

It's 10:13 at night and I'm trying to think of the things that I want to write about. Lately it's just been me over-analyzing my dreams and situations.
Always exciting.
I have work in the morning and I'm proud of myself because I took my medicine on time. With food. I have an appointment with Shelley in the morning and my goal is to be up at 5:30 to be at work by 6:30. I really really hope I'm able to do that. 

Garett is watching Jimmy Carr and I'm sitting here writing unable to think of content to write about.

I wish I had headphones.

More tomorrow. We need to talk.


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