I did it. I reached the door. Now, I regret everything.
Another minor update before I roll out the end of morning coffee.
Something big’s going to happen today. Wait.
Something big’s going to happen today. I just know it. It’s been foreseen.
I can’t drink my coffee. My hands are too small, and the cup is too big.
I have doomed us all. It cannot be undone. Again.