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I was going to post that I was home, three hours ago, but the stabby invisible knives in my head made me lie down.

I haven't had a blinder like that in a while. I don't think I've ever slept through R stomping around making macaroni in cheese soup, but he didn't even realise I was essentially passed out on the sofa until he sat down to eat and I sat up. I think I scared the macaroni out of him.

I'm going to bed. Ow.