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I got up for brunch today, came back, looked at my bed, and went back to sleep feeling like an empty can--rattling and void and cold. Winter quarter went so, so well till this week, which just went straight for the gut, over and over, sprinkling atop nice little things that couldn't make up for it. I haven't felt this drained since first year
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