Don't let me look at old pictures when it's dark and late and I'm alone. Particularly those before July '91. It's a bad idea.

Also don't let me stay up until five freaking forty five in the morning. That too, is a bad idea.

Here I am getting myself all worked up about mortality and stressing years off my life as I do it. How's that for irony, Alanis?

Don't answer that.

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