I don’t really feel like writing today. Slept like shat last night, maybe got two hours in there. The night before was no better. Me neeeeeed sleep. Would like to splay across my desk, stretch out, curl back in to a ball, and pass out. There’s enough room if I just clean everything off.
Can’t stop yawning.
Damn FG for creeping in my dreams. How much longer until he disappears from them?
I'll tell about my weekend tomorrow maybe.
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