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Sash in bed... At 4PM.

I don't know what I am going to type by pressing my hand based manipulation extremities onto this capacitive surface and causing fluctuations in voltage sensor that facilitates input, but oh well.

Sash why are you in bed at 4pm? Is something the matter? Probably. So let's be honest and say that this is likely to be one of those posts where some chemical imbalance or neurological irregularities in Sash's grey matter results in a bunch of emotional crap being splurged onto the blog.

Or I could just leave it here, like this, with no subject or purpose beyond simply informing nobody ever about the fact that Sash has encountered an unrecoverable error and needs to close.

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