Slowswift

I should be taking advantage of DST ending in order to get more sleep. Instead, I'm using it in order to write. I'd say it's going well, but I can just tell I'm actually going to look over it and see, not poetry, but that special brand of sleep-deprived, incoherent nonsense when I wake up in the morning. 

Blah. Good night, and happy writing to my future self--who I hope will be sufficiently spiritually recharged to make it over the finish line to the caffeine and food. And then he can write to his heart's content, which will probably not be enough.