I don't wanna go to work. (wah!)
The snooze at this point is even scary, I'm pretty sure if I close my eyes again I will sleep through EVERYTHING, a marching band can march their marchety marching asses through my room and I would sleep like a baby, all snug as a bug in a rug.
Okay, 'nuff o the stalling. Paychecks.
There is money that needs to be made and bills to be paid.
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