Of a morning, I rise, perform my morning ablutions, stagger about manifesting some sort of odd breakfast, come back to the room, and get into Second Life. Where, as
starlasoma has noted, accurately, I don't emerge for hours.
Okay. I grant you that. I am cutting down, but okay.
Today? I'm actually too angry to get in world. I woke up angry. I sat up,
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