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2022-11-12 I don't remember anything from the last week or so including that last blahpast so let's start from this morning which I do remember. I remember waking up to my alarm's fourth or fifth ringing after having hit Snooze three or four times, I remember going to the bathroom, I remember washing my hands, and then I remember looking over and seeing the toilet backed up and all of the drain's contents spewing out over the lid. After calling my boss and informing them I would be late to work (Hey, Boss, I'm gonna be late to work today, the toilet's fucken backed up or something. Hi Trinity this is the second time you've called us instead of your new job.) I cleaned it all up and did the laundry with my piss clothes and the piss towels that had soaked up the piss. Then, upon changing it from the washer to the dryer, I found my phone. So I have no phone now. Life's a bitch. <^>
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