Music from the self-titled Sigur Ros CD is filling my bedroom, which is lit only with the red bulb and I'm smoking from this bad-ass slate-blue/smokey-colored glass pipe Christina brought back from Amsterdam for me two summers ago, by far the coolest gift she has given me. I don't smoke much lately, but tonight's xanax wasn't all that affective,
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