It is pretty interesting how when things start to not make sense, one is unable to follow a conversation, and one is seeing things, it is usually a good sign that it is bed time. But nope. Not for me.
In order to go to bed and sleep, I need to unbury my bed of a bunch of stuff that is "homeless" at the moment.
And the world starts to slowly sway back and forth between blinks.
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