OK. I’m dead. I just wrote an entire passage explaining how dead I was and then accidentally closed the window when I leaned on my keyboard. So in short, it’s 4:52am, I haven’t slept more than 3 hrs/night all week, and I stayed here to import files and draw a washing machine. I got stuck here longer because it’s deluging outside.

Why do I do these things to myself? But yay, Andrew thinks my washing machine is sexy.

Time to pass out on my keyboard now. ;lkjsd;afahsklhkdiienfjffednj

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