I had another date with melatonin 2 days ago, this time with a belly full of whiskey. When I got to bed I felt like I was crashing through a window, falling, and hitting the ground all at the same time. I was kind of enjoying it in a 'I've-never-experienced-this-kind-of-thing-before' way, but like all good high-impact crashes, I was unconscious before I could really get used to the experience.
Today we finished the magazine, and orchestra brochure, flier and ads. I'm going to bed on time with Richard Hawley.
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