Current time: 3:43 a.m.
I have had a fitful night of sleep, fighting a self-induced migraine cause by lack of Starbucks. Tossing, turning, dosing, pain, fighting, and finally, a nap. In the most recent interrupted portentous vision, I dreamt I was on the talk show circuit, promoting my novel. You know, the one I haven't finished yet and spend more time writing about it here than writing it. One can ignore the Muses for only so long before they stop being so subtle. I get it, ladies. Message received.
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