Night the Last:
Up all night tonight. Really tired. Short term memory entirely shot. Ah, Scavhunt. I wasn't planning to do this, but I understand that the judgment will be short. God, I hope so. Home for a nap and then some homework this afternoon.
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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