And just get a couple of extra jobs to keep while I'm awake. If only he had a fun job. Making soap is gross.
Think of it - I cut out sleep altogether, that's a whole other full time job.
I drink out of the OJ carton. My OJ, "my" house, my quirk.
Insomnia is not fun. I'm ready to be done with it. At what point do you develop another personality that looks like Brad Pitt? Can mine look like Catherine Zeta Jones instead? I mean, I am a girl.
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