Whatever exhaustion does to me, let it happen. I won’t defend it and I won’t apologize it away.
Three phone calls later, each one of them long and emotional, and I am still no closer to sleep. Let’s find each other in the thick dark curtains between acts. I believe most people nap towards Act IV; that’s where we’ll meet.
I’ve finished whatever I’ve been doing to my website, and added some poetry and prose to my writing section.
Let Wednesday come.
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