Dear Journal,
Last night was a particularly sound night of sleep. With chagrin and surprise I awoke without the gnawing of the world at my chest, and less the acrid afterthought of cheap alcohol and perfume. I was luckily able to shake off all that peaceful feeling crap with a good round of screaming and throwing office supplies. This act made me peaceful, but had the side effect of waking up the other enthusiastically hungover occupants of my bed. I was made a peaceable plea bargain and was again lulled into restful slumber knowing full well that if I hadn't have had three pillows I would be getting jack for sleep anyhow..
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