Stealing Minutes from the Sandman

Stealing Minutes from the Sandman
Photo by Johannes Plenio / Unsplash

You find me sitting in the dark at 1am again. I’m not entirely sure how this keeps happening. One minute I’m washing up the things from dinner – the next everybody else has gone to bed, and I’m here tinkering with a few different projects and losing track of time.

I worked straight through lunch again today. I’m getting worse at it. While concentrating on something I seem to have an infinite capacity to just “keep going”. It can’t be good for me. By the time I realised it was mid-afternoon. I ended up making a sandwich out of leftovers. It was a good sandwich.

Anyway. I guess this is just “a few words”, rather than none at all. I seem to be making a habit of that at the moment – writing in the cracks of everything else going on – or stealing minutes from the sandman to empty my head into the internet.

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