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In which I liveblog the discovery of an ‘InStyle’ magazine (part three)

Internet, I feel like I have voluntarily cast myself into the desert and am not even halfway across the first dune. The thing is, the desert looked completely walkable at first glance, but now I realize that every step takes extra effort because I’m WALKING ON FREAKING STUPID SAND. I am, of course, being overly metaphorical here in my attempt to describe what it’s like to realize that I am only 80 pages in to…

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In which I liveblog the discovery of an ‘InStyle’ magazine (part two)

All right, you beautiful bastiches, let’s get this crazy train rolling again. I’ve had six hours of sleep and I am ready to muffpunch the universe. I mean read this magazine. Where were we? Oh yes, page 50. OH FUCK, THERE ARE WEREWOLVES. Hang on while I make a pot of incredibly strong coffee to help me cope. … Okay, that’s better. Sheesus, magazine, werewolves? Because vampires are so played out? Teen Wolf, Taylor Lautner,…

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Some weekends make run-on sentences

Sunday I slept and slept and woke and read and slept and put a pot of coffee on and stretched out in bed and smelled the coffee from across the house and drank the coffee and talked on the phone. I met up with the ladies. Had a big fat salad with fried things on it, and water. Monday I got up early and visited Ashley and Luke and Lilly and brought late Christmas and…

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Down

I’m not all better. I have moments, hours even, where I can function, even if I feel like shit during. But the crash comes. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Why my head hurts, why my insides hurt, why my neck hurts, why my throat hurts, why I’m so tired, why I just need to lie down all the time. It’s started to fuck with my mind and I’m getting to the point where…

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