I have nothing to say much these days.
Today I walked down a spiral staircase, and hit the wrong light switch by accident. It's a spectacular feeling to be swallowed up by the lack of light while underground.
I narrate long essays while I'm working. I inhaled too much rubbing alcohol. I inhaled too much mold - it burnt the back of my throat.
Steph is in London, you clod!
I have very little energy for the internet these days. I wish I could hit the pause button, cause I am just not up for it right now.
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