Despite receiving a much-anticipated good night's rest, local man Arthur Baldwin awoke from eight uninterrupted hours of sleep Monday to the realization that he was still out of shape, lonely, and generally dissatisfied with his life. 'Huh,' said Baldwin, who at 7 a.m. found himself slightly more alert than usual but remained $55,000 in debt and trapped in a toxic, dead-end relationship. 'I still hate my job and I still feel like shit. What time is it? Fuck.' At press time, Baldwin had decided to return to the only thing that ever did bring him pleasure in life, Afghani brown tar heroin. 