And…

I don’t know. I’m tired. And kind of bored. And feeling sort of but not exactly productive. And I think I possibly have a minor case of writer’s block. And I don’t know how to get all my stories onto virtual paper. And I’m tired. Did I say that already.

…

Yes, I believe I did.

Cripes. I just want to write things. Things and things and a few more things. And post them. And stuff. And yeah.

Thanks for putting up with my venting. I have no idea who actually checks my Tumblr, but whoever you are - I am smiling for you at the moment.

KK. Nighty-night. Bai.

“Nnnh,” Matthew mumbled as he staggered into the kitchen, eyelids drooping.

Alonso looked up at him from his toast. “Rough night?”

“I,” and here Matthew paused to yawn. “I got it in fifteen minutes before the due time. And then I couldn’t get to sleep cause I know I messed something up in it, and…fucking –” Another yawn cut in. “Fucking law essay,” he moaned, leaning against the doorframe and rubbing his eyes.

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