My state of mind today . . .
. . . is likely best exemplified by simply stating the fact that I just nearly burned the house down cooking Irish porridge in the bathtub.
Parse that statement howe'er you will.
Hello, world.
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Welcome to my little world.
That's what I would rename this if I could. I can't — at least, not from inside the game. That is all — for now.
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