sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep deprivation
flesh melting into puddles of ooze in peripheral vision
fingers sliding off keyboard
coherent thought unlikely
Why do I do this to myself?
Oh yeah, this is supposed to be interesting, isn't it?
Hmmmm.
I could regale you with tales of football, cleaning, and packing. I could run a comparative analysis of late night infomercials. I could dust off my harmonica and play you some blues (except for the fact that I don't have a harmonica or play one, nor do I know any blues tunes by heart). I could make up new lyrics to some pop song including references to a gopher and a slurpee. I could slink off into the scary realm of coca-cola induced hallucination. Or, I could just start packing the car and hope I get some sleep on the way.
Ooooh, oooh, oooh, I see daylight.
1 comment:
So... you seem to have good boundaries and have not used a computer while on this trip to keep blogging. Imagine!
I hope you come back safe and sound and writing soon!
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