02.23.02 :: 8:36 pm

I am hoping to get out of here and start the boozing soon, but Dirty and My Boy have been in the "studio" right below me, recording the same four songs for the past five hours and now, they are forever tattooed into my brain.

New cells will form after I've drank these ones away tonight, but they will all be coded with the same four melodies.

Ad infinitum.

God bless their creativity. But help me, baby Jesus.

Stoosh-dog, wanna go for a walk?

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