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Morning.
I just woke up from a vicodin-induced series of crazy dreams. Like I was on my own dating show and a bunch of my exe's were on and I told them off and then I bought a lot of shit for myself because I'm vain and cool.
Then I was trying to save a bunch of horses from my former high-school.
Then I was digging up random things with a giant spoon, wtf?
Typing sentences is still difficult though.
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