I’m up as late as late and as early as early – after stars are crisp and before the dark blue is over took by gold and good.

Caffeine steeped in boiling water to start the thing; some firery brown to put me down; an ungodly plastic bull to keep me up and “right”, though I’d prefer a nap with a pretty girl – save that I’d go stir crazy, upset by my lack of progress in other things.

Today it is grey and spitting a bit.  The chain cafe is littered with those who typically wander the streets – their first watering hole.

She wrote me a good note.  I had a perfect moment with another in my sleep.

I am leaving tomorrow.

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