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The apex of like four straight days of nausea is not the best time to present me with a dead libertarian's mysteriously sticky harem anime collection.

I don't want to eBay this stuff, the psychic trauma is not worth the $150 or whatever I'd get for it.

how to fix the problem

i have brought steams broccoli to the couch as if this qualifies as a snack food

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Abrupt angry-type mood swing, I need to go steal all a coal operator's money and set up a home for people whose black hearts are full of hate, run against Rand Paul on a platform that's JUST SCREAMING, and also buy myself a computer that doesn't fuck up all the time and fix this goddamn window that's bad.

No wait now I'm sad again.