I just woke up...
That's 15 and a half hours of sleep.
I know I'm going to regret that when I'm ninety and haven't done anything interesting or useful with my life, but my god I feel great right now.
To celebrate, here's a poem about death.
The Truth the Dead Know
Anne Sexton For my Mother, born March 1902, died March 1959
and my Father,
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