My writing seems to have devolved into expressing my current surface thoughts in tanka and/or haiku form.
1.
I could fall asleep
here in front of this laptop
and dream of the Web,
but I'd have no way to tell
when I was awake again.
2.
Well, this is just great.
Tomorrow is Day Elven.
What am I to draw?
No time to draw anything.
Have to squeeze into lunch break.
(crossposted to my journal)