Tuesday.

0755. Coffee. Coffee. Call in sick.

1036. Eat a banana while lying in bed. I get one of those stringy things in my eye.

1322. Toast. Optimal browning achieved.

1418. Chocolate bar. Teeth melt into my tongue.

1914. I want to bash something with this frying pan. Instead I eat fried eggs and wonder why I dream about body parts falling off.

2054. Ice cream. Chocolate gunk on top. Write bad poetry under the covers.

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