Dear Readers,
I slept the whole night without dreaming a thing! First time in a while! The next morning I checked online again.
There were messages from Bea, Gregg and Angus.
Bea just said she was at the Pickaxe in one-word sentences. I knew the drill. I haven't been there very often...
Gregg had a similar message but he used three-word sentences. Work work work til he dies dies dies.
Angus had a global away message with song lyrics and talking about seeing some band named The Blanktones in a week.
The purple turnip of redundant science news said that things don't necessarily have to be as bad as they are. Can anyone be a professional scientist now? Yeesh.
I gave Sharkle a good morning click before logging off.
When I left my room I looked at the family portrait and noted it felt like it had been years since I got back and saw this again.
I greeted the bird, saying things were really intense right now and I asked it to pray to its bird gods for my soul.
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