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There is still stink on me from Willamsburg and Hoboken. That shit does not come off easily. Laundry everywhere, too. I try to change my sheets at least once a month but I am behind. Lots of football today that I do not care about any more. Some clippers will fix my dome in the next few hours. Straight razor, too. Maybe. Typins afterward. Maybe. Probably not. Just does not feel there, ya know? Boxes to go through and mail. Some crying and worrying about nothing. Maybe some reading. Maybe not. Maybe waste the next twelve hours. The cold, cold sun is out, but it will be gone by five and who the fuck decided that shit. Stupid. And cruel. So cruel. Better rub one out and get on my way.