Bread was sick last night and I only slept for two hours and I feel crazy and it's only 1 in the afternoon. Here's a little song about it.
I've got vomit on my hands 3 am
I've got vomit on my hands 3am
I've got vomit on my hands
And my hands are surely damned
I've got vomit on my hands 3am
Wishing on a star doesn't make it so
Wishing on a star doesn't make it so
Wishing on a star, you wish the vomit was gone
But wishing on a star doesn't make it so
Goodnight. next time I write a blog it'll be from texas. Well. Bittersweet.
ps- I washed my hands.
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