Today nothing of note happened.
Except, I think I saw a man standing in my front yard, wearing a bird mask and a black overcoat.
After that I felt I had to wash my hands. More thoroughly than usual. More times than usual. I kept scrubbing and scrubbing for nearly an hour, harder, harder, harder!
My hands bled until they were completely covered and I started crying. It felt like I would never succeed in cleaning my hands.
Eventually I could take it no longer and fell to the floor, curled up in a ball.
I woke up a few minutes ago and bandaged my fingers and decided to write this down.
I think I'm starting to hallucinate again.
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