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The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
- Robert Frost
I've not told you everything, I'm afraid. Not so much a lie, more an omission.
You see, I had another blog. No, I won't tell you where it is, I'm sorry.
But I just thought of it recently and I read through it for the first time in almost a year.
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I slept another full four hours last night. I went to bed at three and woke up at seven. I wonder how long a body can last with so little sleep. There's a line from Fight Club that goes, "With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy." That's how my days and nights feel like. I'm not so much living in my world as existing in it.
Good god, nothing's changed.
And I'm still just a copy, of a copy of a #$@# copy, aren't I?
Ah, screw it - where's my phone?
Great.
Dead.
Just as well.
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NOTE: I shot this video last week when I was out every night. I've gotten some sleep since then. Thanks for the concern!
Music: Can you tell me how we got in the situation?
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