To illustrate this, I'm posting a picture of me emerging from my chrysalis.

This stage comes shortly after a short crawl from my futon to the gas heater, and is followed by a period of bleary-eyed staring at the computer, hoping for emails that you fuckers never send me. This culminates in me mustering the courage to shed my chrysalis and flap like a butterly, if only to grab hold of the nearest jumper to put on top of my pyjamas so I can actually leave my room.
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