Here I sits
No thoughts a-stirrin'
The early-afternoon-nearly-a-nap jerking my head upright
Calling it quits
My eyesight blurrin'
Wondering why my bedtime routine doesn't start earlier at night
My eyes a-rubbin'
And knowing this attempt at a blogpost needs to turn funny soon
Desire to go clubbin'
And just start this thing over tomorrow; maybe 'round noon
Fingers all a-laced
Staring at my laptop; the Dell, not my legs, of course
Head goes crack
Hits the floor apace
Staring at the ceiling; calling for help till my throat gets hoarse