Funk
I wish I could figure out how to get out of this funk I'm in. Or maybe I don't wish, but I should. It's like a permanent Counting Crows mood.
I wonder if I stay up so late in some twisted hope that I will get sick and justify staying in bed all day.
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(I recommend trying the eject button followed by mass amounts of New Orleans Irish music.)
I know! Pretend it's late 2001/early 2002 again. Go spend Shabbat in your friend Shanna's living room. Eat chocolate for breakfast.
Seconded.
And drinks, too, Josh?
Well, if they're for medicinal purposes, I suppose thats okay. After all, its 12 noon somewhere.
Hey, Josh, you could come visit TOO...
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