I could never get back up when the future starts so slow
In order to make my doctor's appointment this morning, I slept about an hour last night. I am very proud of myself for keeping both eyes open and focused at the same distance throughout. Afterward I met my mother for lox and bagels at S&S, dropped by the library to request some novels, and came home intending to use the afternoon to write about at least one of the three movies I've seen since last weekend, but instead I passed out for four hours solid. That's more sleep than I've gotten some nights this week, so even though it makes me feel I've done nothing with my brain all day, honestly I'll take it.
Yesterday, as
rushthatspeaks and I passed the Somerville Community Growing Center, we saw a pair of musicians with guitar and accordion leading an audience of children and parents/adults in a chorus of "Wild Mountain Thyme." The weather has been nice and all, but that's how I believe we have a solstice coming.
I know I have very particular tastes, but I expect more from a poem titled "In the Drowned Bookshop."
Yesterday, as
I know I have very particular tastes, but I expect more from a poem titled "In the Drowned Bookshop."

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I've been sleeping VERY badly lately, and chronic fatigue syndrome + only 3 hours sleep = human who can only barely walk and talk.
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Thank you. It got to the point where I'd slept six hours total in the last three days, and then last night I crashed and slept from dawn until two in the afternoon—which was terrible for my schedule, and I feel sort of fuzzy and shocky and discombobulated, but I no longer feel like my body might fall over unpredictably and my brain is grinding its gears just trying to stay on point. It's an improvement!
I've been sleeping VERY badly lately, and chronic fatigue syndrome + only 3 hours sleep = human who can only barely walk and talk.
That sounds terrible. I hope you can get better rest soon.