I want to queef unicorns and rainbows.

My sleeping patterns are strange these days, possibly from a prolonged post-shoot fatigue.
No longer am I the creature of nocturne; I find it impossible to stay past beyond 1:30am. My aching back screams bloody murder while my eyes droops and I tell myself to finish off the edit the next morning.

I set my alarm for the morning and struggles to wake up, snoozing my phone away and curses under my breath while I wait for my morning wood to settle.

And I may be giving up nicotine.

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First look!