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Mild.

This binge is killing me. I'm nearly through. I don't want to be normal, but general structure, even vague, keeps me on track and this is becoming a mess. Time is precious and I am butchering it, sleeping or working it away, fizzing it away, I've barely kept up with myself. The coin isn't as good as it seemed, or the sacrifice did not seem clear until hindsight.
At least I still know what's going on.
I think so anyway.
I just need to pull over, park for a bit.