Aug 7, 2004
Grind Groan Grist
I don't need to be hit over the head with the lack of things. I don't need an intervention. I know what's up. I get no kick from champagne. But if I were to get hit over the head with a bottle of bubbly, that might help me call it a night.
It never did feel like twenty-one hours of Friday.
And then someone* tried to sell me asthma supplies and it made me stop and ask myself if I have ever been able to catch my breath.
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