Sunday, April 10, 2011

right before going to sleep

Dylan might get a kick out of this noise. It is the sound of a bomb landing on my head after writing for fourteen hours, looking at the clock, and thinking, "You've got to be kidding me. I still have so much more to do."

Either way, it's another day - a holy day - and if all will be well, I will accomplish much. That's all I can hope for.

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