I was having a bad day. At length, I decided to read some old diary entries, to see if I was really cycling into a scary tarantulla, or if I may yet glisten as a frog ballerina, or some such nonsense that should not be discussed at 2 am.
What I found what mildly disconcerting, for the fact that it hadn't happened yet (at 2 years ago) and has now.
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