It was my birthday yesterday. It managed to be spectacularly crappy: massive, unexplained and unexplainable mood swing; a camera wielded with all the subtlety of a guillotine; and my brain decided to go off on tangents. I mean, I started with "What would have become of Willy Brandt if World War II had never happened?" to "If daemons were real, what
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