It was just a thought.

I slept for 18 hours. Shit. I feel refreshed. Last night r00led. And my hand still smells funny. I should wash that again, huh? Yeah, well, I've said it before: There's nothing better than a good dirty secret. But I was wrong. The only thing better than a good dirty secret is a bad dirty secret. And I feel so naughty just thinking about it.