That Don and T-Rock thing blew up. Surprise surprise. Spent last night helping T. down a bottle of wine, and starting a lot of sentences with "Fucking Don . . . "
Tried to register my car this morning; big disaster, very exhausting. There is something deeply wrong with me that keeps me from completing any paperwork in a timely fashion, no matter how hard I try. It's my own private mental retardation, and it's making my life hell.
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