Dearest Diary,
Again it is late of hour as I write to you this evening. I am most incapable of going to sleep at a reasonable time, I find. I have encountered a problem I have encountered before and while I was unable to solve such a difficulty in December, I am determined to reach a conclusion tonight. I may well be unsuccessful. However, I am unaccustomed to not finding an answer. This ought to explain the hour at which I write. Perhaps not. Perhaps the hour only explains how unintelligible this entry might sound.
I shall decode it on the morrow...
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