Time to call it.

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It is currently 1:17 AM, which means it’s officially time to pretend I’m responsible and start getting ready for bed. I don’t really have anything going on tomorrow… at least not until mid-afternoon, so technically I could still be up binge-watching conspiracy theory videos and eating cereal straight from the box. BUT—school starts Monday, and apparently I can’t live in chaos forever (rude), so I’m trying to ease back into some kind of schedule. Keyword: trying. Also, fun fact: I accidentally took my night meds twice tonight. So if this post starts reading like it was written by a sleepy raccoon on a keyboard—yeah, that tracks. I’m groggy, loopy, and probably one sentence away from accidentally texting my boss “Good noodles.” So I’m going to end this babble, tuck my nonsense-sounding self into bed, and let the melatonin/accidental overdose combo take the wheel. If this was hard to read, just know it was twice as hard to write. I’ll make it up to you with tomorrow’s content. Probably. Maybe. No promises. Good night, you beautiful weirdos. Enjoy this song. Brought to you by the late 1990s and early 2000s. https://youtu.be/R6dWH77cgFk