It's 4am, and I can't sleep. Maybe it's because of the baby who woke because her diaper leaked, but now that she is warm, dry, and back in dreamland, all I can think of is everything that I should have said yesterday, but didn't. So now my mind is a tangled, knotted mess, and perhaps if I get it all out, I can finally breathe easier, and put this
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