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i am fucking tired because i got out of bed at 4:30 this morning when i heard a huge crash of thunder. i had taken some tylenol at 2:30 and it was just kicking in, and i was reading running with scissors before i went to sleep. right before i woke up, i was dreaming about a child-molesting bomber who was trying to kill my family cuz we found out his secret. i woke up because i thought the thunder was my house blowing up. yeah. i think i am going to stop reading running with scissors. it is seriously screwed up, even if augusten burroughs is a good writer.