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I haven’t felt this good since the revolution.

After years of breathless 3 am doom scrolling, a burgeoning melatonin addiction and solitary social drinking for a family of five consisting of Messrs Reed, Thompson, Thomas, Morrison and various revolving members of the New York Dolls I feel like I picked the wrong week to commit to anything resembling a resolution. We’d all delayed delayed gratification and got used to regular glimpses of the unthinkable…