wide awake.

duders,
when it's five in the morning,
and you're up and at 'em,
and you've finished up another 'nother book
written by another 'nother female author,
and that was hours ago.......
...well,
you may be underequipping yourself for the day ahead.
the early bird gets the worm,
and as such, should've learned his lesson, slept late,
and waited for panniecakes.
i've certainly got a gutful of worms...
in fact, i've not had a proper Tea aNd Toast in days...
just sayin',
word-eating is the best i've been able to accomplish
in the nutrient department.
huh?
yeah, i guess....
neighbors,
it's like there's a shark gluttony hiatus happening.
i think it may have transitioned into gluttony for punishment.
oh, stop it.
i'd say i'm fasting,
but time has pretty much slowed to a glacial pace.
c'mon.
so,
what's the highlight of this last week;
this transition from mild midwinter,
to getting it in with leonine blitzkrieg berserker barbarism?
i can give you a hint:
the only z getting caught was back up there in blitzkrieg.
what?
you don't like spelling jokes?
then i can only imagine ow much you probably hate
that i spell berserk with an S, then, too, huh?
anyway,
long nights and short naps and very defined eyesockets,
with permanent purple raccon mask magic are all in effect.
insomnia is good for shortening the 'To-Read' list,
but it's murder on the complexion.
that's loud, fresh, hardness- quite literally for my face.
in like a pride, out like a humiliation.
or is it out like a lamb,
or out like a light,
or out in the cold,
or knocked out cold.
i could go for that.
i guess the whole roaring beginning of this forced march
doesn't lend itself to large whole number sums of counted sheep.
what i need is a shepherd in wolf's clothing.
a worthy warrior poet of prescient sentiment.
y'know,
like a fortunate fortune teller,
keeping the script in order,
and decoding the secret universal plans.
well,
that, and a good solid night's sleep.
i'm on the fence as to which is more recently probable.
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watching a sunrise on a sunday?
eventually.
there are always bright spots, y'all.
that's a thing.
but sometimes, it's just too soon;
never quiet, never soft.....