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What I Was Thinking on My Drive Home

I'm tired. My head hurts. My eyes struggle to remain open. Feels like thinking through fog as I lower myself into my car. Lights leap out of their proper orb, even colors seem angry. My jaw wants to run from my head, but the jokes on it, no legs, no going anywhere.

There should be more to this, but I'm tired and I forgot it on the ride home. And this blog is a half-assed commitment.