to find that I had been transformed into a monstrous insect.
Kafka's words these. Except he didn't use I, he used Gregor Samsa.
But I think it much applies to what I feel like this morning. Like I have found myself transformed into some monstrous vermin.
I feel icky.
I don't really know why. I just really do feel this way. Like extremely unpleasant.
Perhaps Wretched is back.
Hmm.
Good Morrow.
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