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fatigue. i can't seem to get enough sleep lately. my bed is so welcoming and so hard to leave. i find my eyes feeling heavier every moment and must sneak precious moments of rest behind the protection of a book, or a kind friend who agrees to block me out of teacher's sight. my busy head tuckers itself out all too often.
sleep. it always sounds so very good.
last week we conquered mt. standard. tonight we conquered a crate of his parents' vinyl records. i turned it up real loud and did a bit of a dance, as much of a dance as i have ever been capable of doing. we sang billy joel while his mom wondered how on earth i knew the words. (pure love for the piano man, i say.) then i ran outside with a raft and insisted on being cousteau in his pool. 'cause i am.
sleep. it always sounds so very good.
last week we conquered mt. standard. tonight we conquered a crate of his parents' vinyl records. i turned it up real loud and did a bit of a dance, as much of a dance as i have ever been capable of doing. we sang billy joel while his mom wondered how on earth i knew the words. (pure love for the piano man, i say.) then i ran outside with a raft and insisted on being cousteau in his pool. 'cause i am.