Work upheaval. Time, shrinking. Woke up to a steel sky and a head full of silly dreams. Tub of coffee is helping, but the sun is already creeping, which I detest. I would prefer to luxuriate in, oh, 3 hours of pre-sunrise gray perfection each day.

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There may be manic updates from Vegas next week, but until then I leave you with this panel from Uzumaki [The Spiral] And Kino‘s Blood Type lyrics. I feel that, together, they accurately capture my present state.

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