so now i can't sleep at night because all my mind's useless ramblings and concerns and sorrowful diarrhea has been replaced by writing jokes. i lay there, turning things over in my head till i get a joke, shoot up and turn my ceiling fan light on, jot it down in a notebook by my bed, turn the light out, and lay back down. i do this 5-10 times before i pass out from exhaustion. it's fucking silly. your most productive moments are not supposed to be when you're going to bed. oh well. i spose that's my method.
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