you at least have to give me a few hours.
the sinking dread feeling isn't supposed to kick in till the afternoon.
and here it is, right when i wake up. fuck.
fuck sleeping in.
fuck missing important texts.
fuck working on a sunday.
fuck laundry.
fuck anxiety.
i just need to take a deep breath. eat a sandwich or something.
i just want to not show up to work tomorrow, get on a flight to iceland, and stay there until i run out of money, which, thanks to my personal financial situation wouldn't take me very long. fortunately, iceland is also in a bad financial sitaution. so it makes more sense to go now than ever!
ugh.
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with icelands exchange rate, which i dont know what it is, but your little dollars here very well could make you a very rich man there!
watch CKY2K again and try to find bjorks house and try to marry her without a prenup and then become a very rich man?
either way, i say go for it!
sadly this is going on downstairs as well. at least we have a sweet guitar sesh to listen to.
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