my body is slugging to break out of full-recovery mode.
Sleep last night was a message wrapped around a stone thrown though my forehead.
It took me while i perused a spreadsheet sent by my lover. Her sassy competence was a sweet lullabye.
11 hours of nigh-nigh.
And now, lunch'ervals must be attended to.
i hope i don't have to lash myself too vigorously.
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Thursday, January 19, 2006