Alternating Between Lucidness
Sitting here trying to work and code and be responsible, but my cold cuts out my legs. I can’t find that part of me that propels me towards the finish line. Despondent, then lucid, then sleepy, I can’t quite shake this head cold.
The distant intermittent drilling has finally stopped, disappearing along with my excuse to leave early. Thankful for Laborers hours, that aural headache has ceased. I was about to say banker’s hours, but that’s not true anymore.
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