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Believe me, I love Lynch. I've watched his movies on all manner of drugs, and for some reason cough syrup gets him better than any of 'em. Better, even than three purple microdots and the last episode of TP.
My sleep's been funny today. I finished work at about 5:45 this morning, and couldn'r ba arsed to wait for the pub to open (at 6:30) so I came home and went to bed. And couldn't sleep for HOURS. Then I woke up at 2, REALLY didn't want to get up, but thought I probably should. So I got up, went to the pub... then got a phone call about the MADDEST fight in the pub which I'm quite glad I missed.
Now I'm baffled as to how come it's half twelve.
Time's weird. How the fuck does the Doctor cope? |
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