I don't have a personal space where I won't be undisturbed. I don't have any time of the day just for myself besides post 11, by which time I'm so tired I can't think straight. There's not much to write about, and what does exist isn't exciting anymore, it's all become a chore, so pointless. Much like everything else etc. I really really really hope this blog makes it through this, but it's quite possible it'll be the end of this. Alas.
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