Today I once again found myself reading this in the infant hours of the morning; I woke up around 2 am with unexplained leg pain, and when it finally subsided (after about an hour) I suffered a strange bout of sleep paralysis until I was ripped awake by the sound of hail on the roof (accompanied by sirens), which I briefly believed to be gunfire. Starting to think Leopold’s ghost still haunts these pages.
— May 26, 2024 10:47AM
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