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man, have you ever had one of those days. after getting bombed out of yr skuill the night before, waking up around 1 or 2 pm, its a grey sunday. yr head is mangled, fuzz boxed stone hangover uh uh uh, tired, sleepy, droopy, uh... walking around the house like a ghost, half assedly trying to keep attention at what yr parents are saying at you, half paranoid cos you look so wrecked, tired, dulled, thinking. watching simpsons, head a dull flat buzz, eating loads of food. uh...
does anyone know what im talking about?
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