I know I am crazy, but I a moth drawn to the flame. It is inevitable. I will try to talk myself out of it, but I know come Friday night I will be walling myself away into a basement, pulling the battery out of my cellphone, unplugging the ethernet cable, spreading out my notes and praying, to whomever will listen, that I will survive.
Sleep is for the weak and the dead.
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