no sleep. listening to blut aus nord and making a play list that's crossed the 100 hour mark. bored. waiting for the evening. done with lunch and another light drizzle. blame it on Laila.
Dwid's back. It's no season in the size of days but it'll do.
one hand to hold down and the other to panic
one eye on the task at hand and the other on escape
one half right here and the other in bed
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