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Fucking. Exhausted.

Dear Diary, Imagine oatmeal. Freshly cooked, in a bowl, with nothing else added. Now imagine letting that oatmeal cool on the counter until it solidifies a bit, and then pick its bowl up and turn it over until it plops out all over the counter. That’s how my brain feels right now. 😳 I spent…

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