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So I had a dream my sister was falling for a Bowie impersonater. I wake up to the sound of Eminem coming from downstairs, so I go back to sleep. Once everyone clears out and I get up, I start baking. But then I find there are no fucking eggs. So I had some chips and salsa, but all the chips were broken.
I haven't had any human contact today, which is good, because between the last 10 or so days, I'm ready to punch someone in the face.
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