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I am sitting here, in my rolling chair with Dave asleep in the recliner in the corner. Fear and Loathing is playing on Bravo. My head is fuzzy and soft. The orange juice tastes strange. I want to have a cigarette, but not by myself. And as everyone else is asleep, that means that I will just not have to have one. I feel like I should be in a movie, where the character sees everything in and out of focus. This goes on for a few moments until they move on to an entirely different scene. I am waiting for this scene, or the morning, whatever should happen to come first.