the extra strength vikes (thanks, Dr V) and the benzos. your author here will spend her weekend in a severe narco-haze pickling her liver with all the alcohol that can be consumed.
you know, I thought that I’d ease into my future homelessness.
…or die.
Which ever comes first.
you know, because I’m fine with either… or else I will be when my aforementioned cocktail kicks in.
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