so much tiredness (highly caffeinated)

twice thrice a few times all week in the past twenty four forty-eight hours few days week, at least, this box was left open and wordless and even now, the words merely simply mock me as they point out that but bit of nothingness... sigh and nide...

sheesh, mine googleness, the loneliness is deep and tragic of late... you should see it piling up against the door and windows of our chateau... frightful (and no one in here to share the delightful, alas, alack, and pass the chocolate)...

and then there's the tiredness... so little sleep, so much time... but the time, maria, but the time (as this was finally uploaded saturday, hence the corrections adjustments recountings modifications clarifications), the time is so full of doing stuff, stuff for work, stuff for home, stuff for so many different things... so there is practically no time for sleep and the choice, write or sleep, raises it's silly head...

might as well be sleepwriting... mostly dead (or something like that) ...