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So sleepy. I really don't feel like writing much, and I don't have much to say. What I will say is that going home to the place where I grew up, where by the grace of God my parents still live, and sleeping in the bedroom where I laid my head as a child, is one of the most reassuring simple pleasures there is. I am lucky to still be able to do this. Signing off from my snuggly childhood bed, where I am not entirely sure why Tears for Fears' "Mad World" is playing through the wall I share with the computer room where my mom is sitting at 1:30 in the morning, but I'm happy to fall asleep to the noise.