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Despite a lovely visit to friends in Shoreline, one half of the Parallax script finally put to bed, and the rich sense of accomplishment that comes with successfully feeding a fussy dragoness, I've got a melancholy that just won't go away.
Maybe if I get really stoned and spend the rest of the night playing Enter the Gungeon I can at least transmute some of it to frustration. Regardless, the worlds and especially my immediate world feels very high-entropy tonight.
