It's close to 4 in the morning and I can't fucking sleep. Either I'm feeling a little too nervous about turning 25 on Sunday, or I've snorted too many lines of coffee. Either way, here I am. Damnit.I'm currently working on the task Gabo set for me (which is turning out quite well, not to talk myself up too much). But it's not ready yet, so instead
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