February 4th, 2025
The lampshade flickers as
evening settles, but the neighbor’s dog persists in barking.
I shall never again indulge in jasmine tea; it has been two days since my last
cup, and the sleepiness lingers as though it has become a permanent companion.
I now toy with the idea of a remedy: something with more of a kick, perhaps a
soda with a big, silly hat of cold cream. A laughable remedy, but I’m beginning
to think a sugar boost might be the only thing saving me right now.
Tuesday, February 4, 2025
You turn weariness into a story—deflection or mastery?
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