*deflates*

Having been ordered to break from the damned report for one night in interest of my mental health, I bring you a backlog dump of school journal entries for past two weeks, in which I ramble about holiday weekends and idyllic scenery, and school grumps, and writing woes, and death and immortality. Of a sort.

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Happy Birthday, Benjamin.