Ibuprofen, a drink, and a smoke. Where did I put the damn bottles?
gah. Why do I want to be an architect? Why does my head hurt? Why is it my fault?
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4 comments:
Because you drank too damn much without drinking any water before bed. Forgetting the water will give you more than just a headache. A nice sense of guilt comes with the throbbing in your noggin.
The relationship between you two is really priceless, you know?
Tall man - - take care of yourself, now, mister. I mean that.
oh, it's priceless, all right, guilty or not.
hey just wanted to leave my mark and show that I was thinking about you... call me when ever you need someone - i mean it!
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