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Are we leaving? Are we rotting? WE DON’T KNOW.

Good morning, my friends. I smoked enough to utterly pass out last night. I took great care in setting up the first couple of songs in the sleepytime playlist, ensuring I’d drift off to Dreamland accompanied by only the best music. In the end, I didn’t even turn on the sleep mask. I crawled into…

It’s Saturday, and I’m going to be human and sweet.