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I couldn't sleep. At least, sleep all that well. My body clock has gone to the dogs, and I struggled to find a potent enough distraction for the intrusive thoughts coming at me from all sides. This was fine back when I was on my own in my home, where the clock ceased to exist, and so I could simply do the insane thing until I gain some sort of result or I yawn. But I was practically begging to yawn in this moment -- none came. Just the cold, overstuffed room booked for this overnight retreat. Most of my teammates had to sleep on the floor; one stayed out on the balcony.

But something more fundamental is broken, I'm afraid. The longer it stewed, the

All that to find my toothpaste. But I did find it. At 3:35am, Sunday, 27 April 2025.