"Gee, this milk isn't very good! I'm still thirsty!"

You know that feeling you get when you've been up too long and working too hard and your eyeballs feel like browning fruit bruised over and sticky and when you blink you can feel dried vitreous humour shattering like delaminated mica flakes?

Yeah.

And I need a shower, jeez. There are all kinds of sawdusty bits in my hair and paint on things and did I ever mention how much I hate sanding?

This shit better sell.

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Damn.

If that little girl lived, she ain't never gonna be right. :(

JP2 wants to know....

and then the Swedish bikini team shows up

I had trouble nodding off last night so I popped a temazepam like the doctor told me which caused me to have bizarre nightmares about going to Las Vegas to find blameitondane and George Takei (whom I was trying to save from a nisei detainment camp because my nazi brother had sent him there) but instead I lost my shoes and wandered around the airport (which I have never been to: tell me, are there slot machines in the Las Vegas airport?) and the headmaster of the school puckgoodfellow and I went to was there and I beat the shit out of him but he kept rising up like a fucking zombie to berate me some more and I woke up all grumpy and tired which is why this is a run-on sentence because when I feel this way all structure goes RIGHT OUT THE WINDOW.