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Drowning in my sleep.

My roommate woke up at four AM last night and tried opening a can of tuna with a knife. Halfway through he stops, puts the half-sawed can in the fridge, and goes back to bed.

We’re taking him in for testing tomorrow.

“Well sure. Great candy and bargain hair products…you can’t go wrong.”

-Me, to Paul, in Rite-Aid

“Fucking pronouns. Confusing the shit out of everyone.”

-Kevin, to Paul.

Long story short, my roommate loves Rite Aid but often struggles with communication, vagueness to be specific. Often points to stacks of different products and says “How much is it.”

Hmm…strange days ahead. Future not quite what it used to be.

I told my dad I’ve been waking up early (like 5 AM) to watch the Australian Open (I stream it on my computer). He got back to me and told me he found a VHS machine in our garage. He suggested I tape the matches on VHS.

Love you Dad, but I can already see how foreign tomorrow’s technology will be to you.