Wow, I'm tired. 7 hours of sleep over the past two days will do that, I guess.
Now I just have to convince myself that everything's going to go fine. It is, it really is.
There's a cool web of language weaves us in,
Retreat from too much joy and too much fear:
We grow sea-green at least and coldly die
In brininess and volubility.
--Robert Graves
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