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Four-fuckin-thirty in the morning. Why the hell am I still awake?
I've been to bed twice and couldn't sleep. i refuse to toss for more than 45 minutes. I've had a hot bath. I've read smut.

And how miserable is it that a pill is still stuck in my esophagus after 4 hours?

Dollface is talking in her sleep behind me. Couldn't make it out, but she's upset.

Mudd is crazy. A drunk at his table asked him "what's your wife's name?" (he wears a wedding ring. i don't. Then again, he's only gained 20 lbs since we married and not 100)

Mudd thought fast. Came very close to saying "Derwood" (his male other half) But opted for "Which one?"

Drunk: The first one.
Mudd: I repeat, which one?
Drunk:How many first wives you got?
Mudd: *hold up 2 fingers*
Drunk: Is that legal in Mississippi?
Mudd: I'm not from around here.
Drunk: Damn, boy. You're lucky.
Mudd: Not really, Did you ever get between a pair of wildcats? They don't get along.


He can be so bad sometimes.
I told him he should have said "Oh, I only have one wife, but she has a wife of her own."


So, let's try until 5 AM. Then if i still can't sleep, I'll get up, watch "Bittersuite" and drool over Ares.