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Saturday, April 14, 2012

Maybe I'll just give up


Mental Health
He had woken on the floor before, and knew the feeling of a carpet. What he felt as he groggily came into consciousness was not quite a carpet-- it was too shaggy, and lumpy. It also smelled; he couldn't say like what, but it smelled bad.
After he had figured it out, he was faced with a bigger problem: how to extricate himself from spooning a grizzly bear without waking it up.

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