it occurred to me today that my life would be fantastically better if my body just got tired at 12am and felt rejuvenated by 9am. this has never, in my life, been the case.
as a result, and a fault of 1990's VH1 late-night programming, i always get the first few bars of Bjork's Possibly Maybe stuck in my head in the middle of the night.
it's been a lackluster week.
it's tuesday.
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