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I'm still trying to get a sleep but I can't bacause fever is a fuck.
It just occured to me - there's a threshold when the potato chips you're eating seem like the best snack in the world (because they are - at that amount) become nothing more than a source of self-loathing and guilt, and the problem is, you don't feel crossing that threshold until it's too late.

I'd call it Potato Chips Event Horizon.