I can tell you, working nights is not particularly conducive to mental well-being. Especially when nearly everyone you meet is somewhat insane as it is, and a good number of them are just completely crazy.
Man. I’m really tired.
The question at point, really, is where do I go now? What direction must I set my heart, however old, corrupted, and unseaworthy it is.
Warrior offer food badly. Losing conscious rapidly.
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