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There was nothing interesting about how when she finally got back to her apartment, she sat and smoked cigarettes and stared at the wall and thought about nothing.  She got up once to take a shit.  Ten minutes later,she tried to think of something, and was smacked hard across the face with the reality that she couldn't even remember what she had thought about while she was taking that shit ten minutes prior.  She entertained the thought of masturbating, but dismissed it when it dawned on her that she wasn't horny, and couldn't remember what turned her on.  She waited for it to get dark out so she could go to the bar and get way too drunk and maybe the plot would finally thicken.  She sighed.  This might be a problem.  She went to sleep.