Asterisks

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For some reason, I'm just too suddenly sad to post today. I'll be happier tomorrow, right? Right, I will.

[Thursday edit: Negative to the above, whatever it is—bullshit and self-pity, I suppose. Done with, is what it is now. And over.]

[Thursday edit re-edit: And, no, I haven't been sad this whole time, I've been out of my head busy, and now an essay has gone missing, but it's DUE YESTERDAY BUT WHATEVS, RIGHT? OH, WHATEVS!]