two weeks into my vacation, and i have lost all sense of time. is it tuesday or friday? when did i go to bed last night? can i still order a bagel at 3pm? i feel like i have eleven months of pent up young urban night owl lifestyle coming through.
here is a small comic about it. for the record, my french press does not usually resemble an eagle wearing a beret, and my head is not that big.
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hahaha…"some queer dance party 5 bux"
I love your vacation.