You know your up too late and way too alone when you reach 1:34am, softly singing "Can't Help Falling in Love" to yourself. I'm a grown ass man, do I really need to lullaby myself? Apparently. At the very least I should be singing a lullaby to my first born child or something like that at this stage in life. I'm not even drunk either. But I shouldn't be drunk, and thankfully I'm not sad either. I'm numb because I take depression meds. That was a punchline in my book, if it seemed depressing then say it back to yourself in your best Norm Macdonald impression. If you don't know who Norm Macdonald is, well then depression will probably get you. In a flock of seagulls I would be the one buzzard that got lost and was trying to ask directions but the seagulls don't normally talk to buzzards so it was kind of an awkward social interaction. They would prefer that I ask the pelicans, the pelicans are a little more used to dealing with smelly old buzzards, or at least that's what the crows say. I would get my directions but only from a stray dog that really had no clue where I should go, but wanted to be friends. I don't mind sharing my roadkill with a new best friend.
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