at one-fifteen in the morning, after the cat has played at getting up on the desk all night, after I have spent a day working on the wrong assignment, the one which I had the inclination to do rather than the one with the impending doom—I mean deadline.
I wonder what it is that I'm doing that's actually working, even though the numbers haven't lied, not yet.
we'll see if that holds true, with the brief break in the running up to Thursday, and continuation the day or two after. if I'm right, the numbers go back down in the break, and it really is something I'm doing that's working even if finding out involves temporary misery.
but what it is, or in what combination, I don't think I'll ever know.
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