My brain is mush, my head is sluggish, why did I not by groceries yesterday for now I have that certain type of hangover where it feels that your brain swells and your skull is slowly cracking under the pressure of this hangover but I shall prevail and accomplish today. I will rise from this bed and go type words over there on the couch. This is the prayer I say not to god but to substance more substantial; pancakes.
In syrups Name
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