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This is not Daniel. This is the flesh and blood and bone that was left when Daniel's mind was sucked into a storage cluster that is currently spinning at 7200rpm.

Daniel's room is a mess. His financial affairs are so mangled understanding them is as difficult as memorizing the first 500 digits of Pi. Daniel has three point five days left to move and has only finished one room. His bedroom is a mess. His kitchen is a mess. His living room is a mess.

Daniel is hungry. He wants lunch. Please drop bread crumbs into the storage cluster so he can eat.

Daniel needs to take tomorrow off, however he is uncertain if he can, as there is so much work to be done. He was working as fast as he could, trying to get everything moved over and taken care of, until he decided to say, "Fuck It," and dove into the storage cluster.

Daniel is supposed to meet Jaclyn at the old apartment today to pack and clean and get things done. Then, early tomorrow morning, he is supposed to bring Jaclyn to the airport. Then he is supposed to spend the rest of Friday, Saturday and Sunday, packing, moving and cleaning.

If Daniel does come out of the storage cluster, it is highly likely that he will go insane within a matter of hours.