It is always beautiful working down town. However, as the work "day" passed along, I got more and more ambitious:
7pm
Cause I was working with a bunch of smoking Frenchmen
Then 11:30 rolls around
Starting to get loopy
Now it's 3:45am
Starting to loose grip with reality. Manual labor, running around, shooting in a parking structure for 12 hours...
5:04am
Just done.
I finally got home at 6:30. Went to bed for 1.5 hours. Woke up. Here I am....
andthatswhymyenglishbraindoesntwork....today.....
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