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I was pried out of a deep sleep in my roasty toasty bed fifteen till ten. Argh! When I stepped outside I immediately got a chill in my bones. Had the heater on full blast till I got to work.

Seeing how I have no appointments when I get off I’m heading straight home for food, a piping hot shower then bed. I’m really out of it tonight and this heartburn is murder.

There was a question posted on Reddit last week that I’ve thought about extensively. In a nutshell: You go to bed New Year’s Eve 2019 and when you wake up it’s New Year’s Day 2010, what’s different?

I’d be 26, on probation, no therapy and medication working at a crappy minimum wage job I hated (Books-A-Million). The only advantage I see would be making up for mistakes to a certain someone. But that’s the past and despite how bleak I come off in most of my entries I actually dig my station in life now. Diagnosis of my crazy with functioning happy pills, degree, good paying job. I just wish I had more of a social life. Seems like all my old friends have families now. I don’t think our old shenanigans would sit well with SO’s and children. Ah, good ol’ drug fueled days.

Heh, a thought just occurred to me.

Several times I’d be on some form of hallucinogen in the midst of an intense trip thinking to myself, “Please let this be over with. I want sleep. Promise, I’ll turn my life around and go back to school and blah blah blah.” Funny how things finally turned out when I took the initiative.

I dunno, just lost in thought tonight I guess…

An Irishman gets beaten to death with a snowglobe.
Authorities are calling it a knick-knack paddy whack.

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Last updated December 04, 2019