Woke up just before 4am. I’m going to feed myself Pro plus so don’t die. Why do I keep doing this?
I want to sing a witty thing like “I got my mind on the money, money on my mind” about other things that aren’t money but my brain isn’t working and I can’t estabish a proper sentence.
DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW LONG THIS IS TAKING ME TO TYPE?
Dylan is brushing his teeth. I’m not sure how he reached his toothbrush from the jar on he sink. I don’t actually care. I’m too tired.