I am at my best now. In five hours, I will be at my worst. In seven more hours, I'll be pissed about something stupid or insensitive said by the king of stupid and insensitive. Then off to my hobby that has turned into a career of sorts. He'll probably text me tomorrow; I'll definitely respond. Then back home to the keys to spill my brain on virtual canvas. Sleep has become the lowest priority. My dreams leave no room for it.
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