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My favorite part of the new place? this.

No new dreams but does my brain need to rehash some old ones mixed in with some memories from people I've touched over the years.

I need to clean up the mess I made of my room.

We need to do a pool party.

There were vials of blood on my coffee table. I think it's blood anyway. Actually, it looks a lot like the "thin blood" from my Dreams.

Christ, these "gifts" are fucking weird.

During my first Father's Day, I was spit up on, cried on, sat in a rocking chair for hours with my little son while he fussed at me, and I loved every second of it.

Why didn't I think being a dad was a good idea? It's the best!

I am torturing myself with the new version of the Gong Show tonight. Why can't I turn this off? It is painful.

There was a lady who put a tarantula in her mouth and blew on a harmonica.