how many times has this come around is being the point of counting into the realm of whatever and why does it matter except to note the fatigue and potential for pain that brings and even as i wonder what the words i just wrote mean to you as i transition into another thought with nary a blink or pause or comma, it matters only as much as we want it to and for the moment , my memory of how much it matters to you is all i have for proof of reality that you exist, if that can be reality...
meanwhile, back it the real world, whatever that is, a party of sorts on the basketball court outside may play a small roll in my being awake again yet again and certainly body thoughts play their role (not to mention some carry-over work thoughts), but it is something deeper that pulls me out of the supine and back into the chair to tap on these keys for as tired as this body is, there is more to life than rest and sleep and many more miles to go, the keep... promises can be like that...
wish you were here :)
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