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After posting last night, I went to go continue reading and instead passed right the fuck out with my face in my book. My roommate found me on the couch and asked, "What page are you on?"
"A hundred and something."
"A hundred and what?"
"Something!"
"What something?"
This continued until this morning because I refused to tell him that I'd effectively been asleep for the last ten pages.
But I did read for five hours today, thereby somewhat refuting the "no one gets any work done after posting in this thread" theory.
Now, I go drink with a bunch of strangers. If I never come back, you know who to question. |
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