Written last week, during an all-nighter working on an article.
Donning a robe. And eventually slippers.
Making frequent trips to the kettle on stand-by to get my black tea caffeine fix
Hair in a messy bun
Not having a concept of when to go to bed
Being perhaps too much inside my head
Even stopping to write this instead
Damn I’m a cliché.
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