Suddenly feeling the urge to write, to compose, to put words together visibly and leave them where perhaps someone will happen upon them... And so, I find myself on my blog, no real thought to convey, but longing to speak and maybe even be heard.
And now that I am here, I am longing more to sleep. I was up until 3:30a.m. last night, allergies or the beginnings of a cold causing my nose to run like a faucet. I can't remember the last time I got a good 8 hours of consecutive sleep.
So, longing to write and be read, to sleep, and knowing that I need to get a ton of housework done instead, I shall close. I have managed only to daydream of dreams; authorship, rest, and cleanliness approaching godliness. An unsatisfying, vain imagining. Ah, well. Another day perhaps.
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