Right now, I can't tell.
I can't tell whether our conversation earlier was really like the play I'm cutting down or it just seems like it,. You see, I went to sleep briefly just now in the middle of cutting it, so it could be that I just mixed things up. But then, the brain is good at mixing things up, making connections here and there, and discovering things that way.
Hmm.
I have at least two questions to ask you. I'm sorry I didn't really answer yours. It isn't fair.
I'm not fair, in many ways, lately.
Perhaps not even to myself {as you might note from the time on this bad boy}.
It was a strange enough thought I had to record it. I had many moments I wished to record things today, but they mostly got passed over. I also thought earlier of a certain similarity to an earlier advising situation, when a new one came up. {It has been a long time since a honest-to-goodness late night advice session.} Parallels {of turnout} wouldn't so much be a good thing, but I think I see some {of situation/possibility}. Or at least in a flash I did. I was kinda scared by that, and then kinda shrugged it off with a "naaaah" {if you know what I mean}.
My roommate and I have been kept up long enough with this.
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