Hi, it's me. I'm back. I'm back. I went to sleep and woke up and rolled another joint and am now shaking a bottle of celery juice. A bottle? What? Yeah, I'm in New York and although I bought a juicer, it's still sitting in the box because then after I bought the juicer I saw on Fresh Direct that they had organic

celery juice with lemon and it's fresh and it's direct.

And although I've never used that company and they have no idea who I am. They brought me this juice and it's really, really good and I don't have to juice it.

So I'm going to drink this and smoke the J of the morning. Oh my God, Morning J Podcast with Celery Juice! yes, vibes.

Ah, it must be so fucking exhausting to be around geminies.

How am I the same person that was talking to yesterday.

Drink your salary juice, please.

It's so disturbing, right?

Because you know that we know,

that we, that you know that we don't know we're doing it.

It's rare that we have these moments of

complete clarity, right?

And self-reflection where we can see like, wow, this is insane

that we're actually like this.

Most of the time we don't know where this flagrantly, uh, varied. There's so many of us. And they're all dependent on mood. They're not dependent on logic and reason at all, which is why whenever

someone is like, yeah, germann I feel like really analytical and really logical, I'm always

like, yeah. With the fact, with without there, but when it comes to us, oh it's all just

raw emotion. That's why we don't talk about it. Because we know we're being

idiots. The logical part of us is like,

ah, this thing I'm feeling is completely idiotic. Why would I ever share this with anyone?

Why would I ever let anyone know that this is what I'm feeling?

I know the logical analytical part of me

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