Feeling blargy.
Work to be done... work to be envisioned... work to be planned for... work to envision and to plan... such hard work to do work...
Times like these (which, fortunately, are rare) make me think about the people in my life who are genuinely afflicted with clinical depression. So hard to do anything when you can barely stir yourself to change the channel.
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A Litany of the Insecurities and Complaints of the Avatar of He Who Shall Remain Nameless, Holder of All Secrets
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