One Word ... and Another ...
Oh, I am tired. Another night that I lay awake and lay awake and lay awake, so tired I could not think straight, so awake I could not sleep. Another day on the switchboard. Another afternoon that I could not nap. And though my eyes are heavy now, and feel slightly swollen, and I know I should be in bed, I'm filled with this restless need to write. And so I have been, writing the way I'm thinking, writing the way I feel: in waves of energy and enthusiasm puncuated by moments of complete and utter blankness.
