Four hours left. The time

Four hours left. The time is going by so quickly. It’s strange, I’m becoming more and more detached from the task itself. Some voice in the back of my head is asking why, but it’s so far removed from the act of sitting down and deciding what to type–it’s like I have two brains. It’s like the last 20 hours has simply disappeared. I don’t recall them directly. They certainly were not long, arduous, or difficult. A shame. This seems like a project that requires pain, if only for payment of its sheer pointlessness.

I’m gonna read this tomorrow and have no idea what I said.

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