I decided to sleep with cooler on, and shirt off tonite. Seems out, bad idea. My mind was engulfed with scary and philosophical dreams, featuring many of my old amigos. I can't recall (i sure don't like to), but its scenarios were such that I felt ashamed and sad at same time. It ended, with me feeling like a lunatic. I think it was bcoz of the stimulous of coool air. So I ended up waking up at 3am, turned off the cooler, wore my shirt, and listened to some good music. Those hellish mares almost mad me "Crawl in fetal position and whimper".
Shrug it off! Shrug it off! Shrug it off! Shrug it off! Shrug it off!
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