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i'm blasting Bach's Toccata in D minor (i think) from Phantom of the Opera in my room while trying to find a microwave to cook up a hot pocket before going on a drug binge later today. my beard has reached new lengths. my face is disappearing. my room smells like Proper English pipe tobacco. yesterday i sold a textbook so i could eat.
i fail to see a problem here.
its getting cold and my bed is too big to sleep in alone.
i DO see a problem here.
i fail to see a problem here.
its getting cold and my bed is too big to sleep in alone.
i DO see a problem here.