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Whey Cup.

let’s just say I was tired. Tired like sleepy and tired like dead dog bones barking and tired like as existentially exhausted as my friend (and yours) Sisyphus. Or Albert Camus. Or Nick Drake. Tired of this and tired of that but I can highly and without hesitation recommend as an exercise to anybody anywhere singing (screaming, speaking, whispering, even) the words “wake up” repeatedly. It’s as good as forcing yourself to belly laugh for five minutes, which I’m sure you’ve all tried already.

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