The sick sensation of waking up sweaty but cold. The lamp is bright. The fan grates on my skin. The realities of recent events and future plans accompanied by my neurosis toward the matters downloads into my fresh consciousness at a dial-up speed. Waves are rolling in my head, battering the singsong brain currents of my happy escape against the sunlight, the clock. Three things visit my mind concurrently: My ex. My current crush. What's for breakfast?
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