I am tired. My mouth is dry and something inside me is twisted and confused. I feel like an abused dog would. I got home late and drank many more beers than the zero I wanted to have. Today will be busy, an important day at work. After, I will meet a friend who is traveling north to greet me. We will go to a restaurant and get caught up with our affairs. It will be nice to see her. Then I will be granted the thing I want most from this day.
Sleep.
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