A strange sensation.
Dead-tired, yet wide awake.
Stress is a weird thing.
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#347
Four little eyes glow.
Two contented little purrs.
One good little night.
#346
Running out of gas.
Tired. Buried. Disheartened.
Still more work to do.
#345
Creative urges.
Irresistible software.
From muse to music.
#344
Keeping promises.
Commitments trump exhaustion.
Friendships matter most.
(For 11/8/14)