Diving has taken over my mind.

As above. It's freaky.

At every point throughout the night, if I was sleeping, I was dreaming about diving; if I was awake, I was thinking about diving. I think my mind's trying to purge all the stuff I studied or something.

I need more sleep. Proper sleep. The boyfriend is currently right smack in the middle of the entire bed... so maybe later.

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One-handed shuffle coming up next.