empty tank
It’s early Friday morning in San Francisco. I can’t remember ever feeling so exhausted. Between fatigue and the rest of this time-travel head trip, I’ve hardly felt like myself.
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- February 11th, 2005 | San Francisco
It’s early Friday morning in San Francisco. I can’t remember ever feeling so exhausted. Between fatigue and the rest of this time-travel head trip, I’ve hardly felt like myself.