Cause I've been shooting whisky all night, and I literally can't walk straight. Drink your sorrows away, David. Drink them away. But I'm okay. You needn't worry about me.
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Up at 11 today, kind of had to drag my ass out of bed. Mild hangover. Sweating a bit, palpitations - all the good stuff. But at least my car's looking fresh.
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