So much happened tonight, but as I sit down to write, all that keeps coming out is this...
I'm really cold, and I don't want to go to bed.
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak,
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.
-Shakespeare (Macbeth 5.1.50)
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