Maybe we know too much to be happy all the time.
We know more than everyone else.
I've always said that, but it's making more sense than usual right now.
I can't sleep.
But I can sleep more than most.
I'm spending my last weekend home with my best friend, in Philadelphia, with music and drunk kids.
Nothing could be more right.
Well maybe not nothing, but almost.
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