I was dog-tired last night, had to do a lot of housework to get the place looking respectable for the week, taking out the trash and what-not. Then I got hit by some inspiration in the 11-o-clock hour and I was able to squeeze out some of the writing before I called it quits just past midnight.
Damn, I wish I could have stayed up a few more hours and done some work. But I knew I would be dragging ass today if I didn't go to sleep then. There was so much good stuff flowing out. I hate when that doesn't correspond with my ability to get it written down.
Why can't the muse respect my sleep patterns?
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