Bored, bored, hungover, sleepy from insomnia. Can't write, think I'm crap. Can't even be bothered mustering up the energy to picspam. Have spent all morning feeling sorry for myself.
UUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH.
No, no, none of that. Coffee will help, and pictures of Ray and Walt and Brad and Nate and re-reading the foursome stuff in my comments from last
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