Work makes me tired.
I have no time to write because my body goes, "NO, Allyson! Bedtime! Now!" every time I think to come here.
I write best when I am tired. Fatigue is my muse.
It's time to sleep. Good night, muse. Maybe I'll be able to spend more time with you tomorrow.
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