So, you know, it's obviously, it's sad in a way.

Like it's like upsetting because basically, you know, most everyone has been wiped out.

Like the most people are dead.

On the other hand, I at last have time to read, you know, and here I am in the library

and I'm thinking, well, this is kind of nice.

I've been wanting time to read.

So I sit down, I get, you know, my pile of books in front of me, I go picking through

and I get some good stuff.

Some James Patterson, some Dan Brown, couple connois in there.

You know, all the good stuff.

Just a foamba, some high ass in, I wipe out their day of berries.

I've got those like top of the pile.

Oh, God, yeah.

And I'm getting it ready.

And I, you know, and I've sort of been sweating and I'm mopping my brown.

I'm adjusting and I sit down forever to get ready.

This is my issue with books in general.

With reading at all.

No, that's why I haven't had time before.

And I sit down and I hear a crunch.

Oh, no.

And I realize that in my back pocket, are my sunglasses.

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