It's 2AM and I'm stuck in the radio station listening to archaic swing and hip-hop about "Evalastin' Luv".

My eyes hurt, yes, a lot.

Waiting for my show partner to get here, and I'm still wondering whether he'll pitch and if I'll have to do the show alone again.

It's at times like these that I wish the Union was open until late in the morning. Then it wouldn't be an issue to sneak drinks in between links 'n shit.



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