So I meant to go to bed at a reasonable time last night (like, 1:30am, tops), only my flatmates (and
musicforwolves) were staying up to watch the football. No seriously. I honestly tried to sleep, but every five minutes there was a wail of fear or a shriek, and I ended up way too invested in the results. New Zealand vs. Italy, which should not have happened, and
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