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when i'm hung over and putting off studying, i play some classical music and read new york mag because something needs to seem civilized in the midst of my empty twix and hershey nugget wrappers.

wow, well the gladiator soundtrack is not classical music, last.fm...but i can forgive that because it reminds me of my wandering through wheat fields as my hands lightly grazed over the thigh-high grass with my heart beating in anticipation of seeing my wife and child after a long battle and hoping there's some bloody slab of meat waiting on the table for me days.

except then i found my villa burned and my family burned to a crisp and hung from a tree...but that's another soundtrack..Oops I Did It Again?

i'm not sure if i'm hung over or just disgusted with life.

it's the former but i'm still in denial about last night so sometimes i convince myself it didn't happen and am just left wondering why i feel so crappy.

stop typing and get your chakra in line, mb.

ok.