The following was written four months ago:
"I really should be asleep right now.
The opening gala is tomorrow evening, and the alarm sounds somewhere around five in the morning. Days rush past in blur and I have hardly noticed the change of season. Hell, I have hardly noticed anything at all. This self-imposed cocoon is a self-contained world outside which there is nothing. The focus and determination manifested right now are nothing like ever before. I am at the furthest and highest end of my skill set right now.
I hope it is enough."
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