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Hey everybody. Your friendly neighborhood dissociative here. Taking over at 5:05 AM. I am so fucked up right bow. How are you feeling today? Very fucked up. Bad ideas. Very bad ideas. What exactly coarses through my head I won't know. It's fucking ridiculous. I know. I stayed up all night, for the most part. I don't plan on sleeping anytime soon, which means I will need some caffeine. I'll maybe get to work on that. So, how was your day? Terrible? So was mine! It seems that it just goes from blah to bleh to blem to blum. Bleh. This is the single stupidest rant I've ever written. What am I angry about? I don't really know. Well, my logs do. The chat logs, that is. They know. But you won't. You'll have to find out for yourself.
And no, Martin, I'm not a drug dealer.
And no, Martin, I'm not a drug dealer.