Another night where I can barely keep my eyes open to finish my Sealey Challenge read (see www.thepracticalpoet.blogspot.com), tweet, post, crawl into bed.
After work (hot, smoke-filled skies, no air conditioning, pinched nerve in my neck), a poetry workshop which made me feel much better. But still, exhausted. And after the workshop, reading most of Bastards of the Regan Era, and then the aforementioned posting. Just hope it's all coherent in the light of day tomorrow.
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