Ah, it has come the time for updating. What a time it tis indeed... It's eight in the morning, and I sense the smell of vomit. Vibrant, but useless information. In any case, eight in the morning is a rough hour for me to wake up at. For the past two months, I've been sleeping in until atleast eleven, but two at the latest. Eh, (what am I, Canaidian
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