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if one can even hibernate in autumn...supposed autumn. this weather is vile.
hi.
alive.
operating on the lowest possible ebb, though i have no idea why. ptsd playing up, migraines ahoy, creativity switched to 'off' (how dare). online motivation at a solid 0, oh no, 0h n0.
(offline? childish pursuits like sticker albums/storage, playing with the tamagotchi, and sleeping.)
the mainframe will be back online shortly. i'm sure...
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