Tired, sick, rushing around everywhere, barely touched any alcohol, and ended up a useless wreck. Oh, I'm truly a worthless person. The milk cow is always losing, crying heartbrokenly, just like the sigh I let out during the French Open last time. There are simply no perfect things in this world.

Resuming updates on the tenth of the month, then pressing on with a burst of energy.

I'm so lazy, please don't vote for me for anything. I feel ashamed, I feel ashamed. Everyone should support those diligent author friends.