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Last night i dreamt that i had to get up for work @3am and go in really early so i could leave early enough to go to the beach with everyone. But all my pants were gone. I couldn't find a single pair. So i painted stripes down the sides of my boxers and told everyone they were basketball shorts and they were in. They were obscenely short and my junk kept falling out all day. (premonition?)
Too many early mornings = i'm dying.
Too many early mornings = i'm dying.