Five Ten. Three hours to go. Pink lemonade on standby. Bacon devoured.
Beer would have adverse impact; will consume afterwards.
Likewise other drugs on hand.
Must remain focused.
Three down, one to go, then some little more things.
What was that noise?
Pipes creaking.
Way too many mirrors in here.
Can smell peppers from desk. Aroma incredibly fulfilling. Will sample soon.
View outside unnerving. Daybreak relatively soon.
Could use another half ounce for later. Must hit up source.
Also must get more eggplant for frying later.
Distracted! Bah, cursed tools. I swear by the bloody flaming dr pepper
the end draws neigh
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