music helps me focus as long as there are no vocals. If there are, I end up focusing on the song too much
Similar for me, though vocals aren’t a problem if they’re not in English. 
I’ve tried that, but it only works if it’s a language I don’t know at all. If I can recognize some words, I find myself trying to figure out what’s being said.
one-off concept vehicle
Thank goodness.
Looks like a stretched-out Bricklin (1974).
Coulda written that myself…if I could find my dang pen…
I’m all out. I need to head to Michigan.
We’ve got a nearby dispensary selling 2ozs of shake (trimmings, really) of some strains for only around $40, and a gigantic green velvet couch you can crash on.
They grow almost everything they sell, which keeps many prices lower than a bass fiddle.
The closest place to me is in Menominee. I could go to Illinois but it’s more expensive.
At my new place, there’s a shop a five minute walk away. 
According to the brother, his sister would enter his room sometime between 10pm or 11pm until 4am. This was corroborated by another sibling, who shared a bedroom with the brother.
This sibling testified that the sister would “choose the wrong timing to clean the room” when she did not stay in that room.
She used to enter at 9pm but changed this to 11pm, and she “may come back in the middle of the night to clean and clean until the wee hours of the night” before going back to her own residence at 3am or 6am.
Speaking of urine, my older brother had interesting friends, and one of them told us of his involvement in an unusual incident in which he (as usual) was sleepwalking, and that just the night before. Per his rudely awakened parents, he had walked into their bedroom and—seeing that his sleeping dad’s mouth was open—urinated into it. Not much else to say, really… except, he was smiling as he told us the story.
