Sleepwalking my way through life: Dip it low, lets pick it up slow



Dip it low, lets pick it up slow

03.23

This is really taking its toll on me now. My eyes are drooping constantly and my head is beginning to feel thick and heavy. My fingers are almost like sausages, coming to a point of unresponsiveness as they are slowly worn away at the keyboard.

My ideas are running thin, even my back up ideas, and I doubt that I have the ability to write the reserves with any great fluency, nor within the strict time of half an hour. And all my muses seem to have disappeared to sleep or offer their help to other people.

I am happy that I am keeping my promise of a hundred or more words per entry, despite the crap I’ve churned out to achieve that goal.

Hmm, this is probably just a low point right now. I’m going to make myself some hot chocolate, and some biscuits and I’ll wing it from there.
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