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bluescreen it all to fragmentation

trystan_laryssa's couch is nice and soft and shaped just right for me to curl up on it.

It's also in a fiendishly hot apartment.

I was horizontal at 2 in the morning. I was still horizontal at 3. I finally drifted off around 4. I woke up again around 5 with assorted noise. I drifted in and out for an hour. I said "Fuck it" at 6.

There are not enough hours in the day for me to do everything I am supposed to do today and also get the sleep I need. Today's casualty is probably going to be writing group.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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