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Sleep and I have worked out a love-hate relationship. As in, when I love sleep it hates me. And when I hate sleep it loves me.
It doesn't work.
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"The time has come, the Walrus said, to talk of many things. Of shoes, of ships, of sealing wax, of cabbages, of kings! Of why the sea is boiling hot, of whether pigs have wings..."
"I have a problem with low self-esteem. Which is really ridiculous when you consider how amazing I am.
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