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A Pretty Much Serene Sunday, and god Said Unto Thee-Lo, Your Karma Is Restored before/after Anyway, Sunday was karma restoration. Sunday was a food and sports cornucopia. I fucking loved it. Did not do a goddam thing all day, but watch my favorite teams. Smoked some hash and pot. Washed some clothes. Well rested. Unified with my karma, once again. I am overjoyed. Not that I think my karma is to simply sit and watch sports. Sometimes, maybe, it lags behind me and needs to catch up. I have been moving quite fast in recent weeks, and casting terrible shadows. Got into a weird wrestling match with Woody. Don't know what he was thinking. Stuck him like a pig. Quickly. It was his fault. He started it with an unprovoked attack. Then at 3:40 in the morning, I was woken by someone fumbling about in my room lighting a match. I sat up, groggy. "Hello?" I called. "Don't worry. Just lookin' for that resin." Woody said. (Pause) "You're freaking me Wood. You're freakin' me the fuck out." I said, laying back, confused, tired, irritated, falling back to sleep. What the fuck was he after, anyway?
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