Dazed Scrawls #1

This post has little to no value. Move along. Move along.

(From previous blog, unedited)

As it nears midnight, I write this in a stupor.

Eyes blurred. Hands and wrists tender and aching from a day’s work of assignments.
Typing is equivalent to torture at this stage. My head struggles to transition to the next thought.
Everything is in disarray. Nothing seems to connect. Consciousness is slipping as tiredness weighs its toll. Sleep seems so sweet, yet… I have no argument. Fatigue has overcome me.
Desire to write has been overwhelmed by the need to rest.
~ Ace

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