You sleep when the sun rises and use night for your activities so as to avoid human contact
Suddenly you can appreciate the screeching melodic strains of Courney Love
Assembling a freaky-looking salad for lunch with the fervent enthusiasm of Amy Winehouse scrounging for crack is the highlight of your day
You wear filthy tracksuit pants and it feels like dressing up
You start to notice similarities between yourself and the highly neurotic, annoying, drama-queen bitch spinster Carrie Bradshaw .
You don't care.
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