Launch your vessel,
And crowd your canvas,
And, ere it vanishes
Over the margin,
After it, follow it,
Follow The Gleam.
Sunday, 28 November 2010
Running on empty
I've really truly got nothing. My brain is a big ball of empty. I'm tired and grumpy and vaguely weepy and emotional. Cognitive processes are taking a backseat to all of the above.
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Sleep well.
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