Why am I not in bed yet?
That's probably the question I ask myself most often.
I'm just not tired. And when you're not tired, sleeping is no fun.
There's a flood outside. Or it feels like one to me. I usually enjoy the rain. But as I was walking home from Barinn (original name there, huh - The Bar...) earlier, I felt like I'd drown. I had to
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