Okay. Okay. So. I'm kind of letting January eat me, emotionally and physically. Which, like, okay. Not to be whiny and martyr-y, but the last week of that fucking fest was hard. I felt like the happiness of 93 people was suddenly riding on my shoulders and all the people who were like, "I SWEAR I'LL GET YOU A STORY BY FRIDAY" and consistently not
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