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Faithful Diary,
My seductress visits me every night.
All day long, I look forward to our nocturnal trysts. But those trysts sap my energy like nothing I've ever known. My brain no longer functions as it once did. At work, I make mistakes. Frequent mistakes.
Today, Malaika found me asleep standing up. At least, she tells me I was asleep. I can't say whether this is true. Sometimes it's hard to tell whether I've simply zoned out or I'm actually unconscious.
Malaika sat me down in her small office and asked me if I were ill. I told her I wasn't, and she said she'd never seen me like this: spaced out, endless errors, unable to effectively complete even the simplest of tasks.
She asked me, “What's going on, Heaven? You can talk to me. If there's a problem, I'd like to think I
