All I can do right now is discuss mind mush. I don't have any jokes or any observations - there's nothing worthwhile I'm capable of doing - there's nothing I want to do except go to sleep but if I did that I'd wake up jealous of the me from the past who hadn't yet gone to sleep because he'd soon be asleep.
Pressure from this and that, and sugar from Schweppes lemonade has just entirely crippled my headmind. Mind mush. Nothing to do but wait it out.
Until then, I'll use up some time by typing the alphabet.
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz
l, m, n, o and p are all very close. That's the hardest part to do.
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz
I'm gonna go lie in the sun f'r'a bit.
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