When I can feel a mental cloud lifting, I hear "Here Comes the Sun" in my head.
Has happened to me since high school....just happened again the other day when I'd gotten something done on the auction after procrastinating forever.
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Miles: It tastes like the back of a f*ing L.A. school bus. Now they probably didn't de-stem, hoping for some semblance of concentration, crushed it up with leaves and mice, and then wound up with this rancid tar and turpentine bull****. F*in' Raid.
Jack: Tastes pretty good to me.