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Author
The author is a paranoid, deranged and cynical misanthrope who records snippets of her life so that she will remember them when she grows old
and withered. The identities of any names or initials on this blog are based on the assumptions of the reader unless otherwise specified, and the author claims no responsibility for them.
Reality
The author somehow got into medical school. Yes, you of the general public, shudder and fear the wrath of an inept doctor.
After many months since undertaking the gruelling task of backing up all my blog posts (for me, means copying and pasting into text and keeping it in a folder), I can truimphantly say that it's ended today!
Not exactly... I'll still have to back up this post.
Anyway, this may prompt you curious souls out that to question: Has my brain gone wonky? No, it hasn't. It's just that the recent crash of Diary-x's database (Yanne experienced this first hand) frightened me into doing so. As you all know, my blog posts are highly precious and make a really entertaining read when anyone goes through them (as some people have feedbacked). Thus, yeah...