So tired I am wide awake. So immediately wide awake, I am suspect of the tiredness.
Is it possible to 'pular' exhaustion and sleep deprivation vis a vis a 12 hour video game cram session on a train that takes your tiredly half awake self from the bowels of French Canada to the fully awake underbelly of Penn Station, N Y C?
I think I'm in love with this cab driver.
The depth of the feeling a barometer for the very real exhaustion. Tiredness that consumes the muffler of kinship with all humankind - the self; it got rubbed off a few nights of drinking back and hasn't found its way home yet.
It will catch up to me while I am sleeping. Unless I sit up, wide eyed and waiting for it.
Dawn comes with the first light.
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