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It's frustrating when you're used to murderers who are alive.
I don't think I've slept in three days...
It's times like this I can't help but feel homesick. Fresh fish, rice, miso soup, a hot kotatsu on a cold winter's day, all the puppets, Grandfather, mother, auntie...
I haven't done anything productive even. Pacing, pouring over things I know, over and over and over again. It's frustrating, not knowing the answers, not knowing where to look next.
I know sleeping would probably help, but with all that's going through my head I can't sit still.
I'm going to take a walk around the apartment buildings, try to clear my mind.