My life. Is scaring. The everloving. SHIT OUT OF ME.
I just wanted to say that. And that it's such a turnaround from March that I think I have whiplash, and if you had told me in March what I'd be up to in June I'd probably punch you out. Then, I don't know, go back to wallowing in despair or something.
But I woke up from my nap with this very clearly singing in my head, so it's going to be okay.
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Ugh. Dinner. Hopefully soon, lack of major sleep debt. And then running! Lots and lots of running! *dies*