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rinueTwo days back, and everything's sorted and ensconced, I'm safely in bed, the film is chugging along, and I want to go home. It is a struggle to wake up. It is a struggle to get dressed. It is difficult to write anything. I am missing half my mind. Everything seems pointless. Twelve weeks is too long a time.
