I could not sleep after 5 a.m.; as tired as I was, my thoughts were flying in all directions, and so I got up. It was too early, because now, at 8 a.m., I feel like half the day is done. And it's not.
a musician/artist living in brooklyn with two l gray cats and an super-cute dog, writing about the trivial and the not-so-trivial, often sleep-deprived and benignly neurotic.
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