My feet are cold, but my socks are in my room. They will stay there.
My hair is wet and in tangles. My brush is in my lap, forgotten.
I have a cup of water somewhere, but I cannot go get it.
There is new U2 on my television. New U2. Bono, Larry, Adam, and Edge playing, as always, just for me. Edge is so beautiful and his music is....I don't even
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