Yawning away till twelve. I’ve just finished the last set of letters and my mind is still up (though my eyes are tired). There, I yawned again. I yawn for, like, three to four times every minute. Geez.
“Eventually I will sink and be carried away in tatters, to the ocean, or perhaps lie on the bottom of this decrepit nirvana.” [John Leir Castro, Untitled]