It's 2 AM here. I can't sleep.
By the way, please meet my new desk chair. I just peeled off the plastic covering three-four hours ago. Look at those contours. Look at that reclining thingy that will be forced to bend to my will for years and years. Look at that gray covering -- so plain, so predisposed to resemble any ordinary chair in the world.
As for the thing that looks like a table -- that's my table. This is inside my bedroom. This is where all the action in my life happens.
I hardly use paper.
My parents are asleep. There's only the three of us in a big house with a "history," a paranormal history! I need something to snack on, but I will never dare to cross the great and limitless divide that separates me from the fridge in the kitchen.
This ends our senseless blog post for today. Me, hungry. You, bored.
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