They tell me there's a light at the end of the tunnel...
...but I can't see it yet. Please bear with me as I navigate my way through the hell of data analysis. I'm functioning on two and a half hours of sleep right now, although I suppose calling it functioning is being quite generous. I'm barely surviving. In fact, I feel a bit like this individual:
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Please send chocolate. Or whiskey. Or both.
That is all.
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