Sweat

Writing writing editing editing no sleeping sleeping. As a pleasure beast, this disappoints. I'm hungry and full, mostly exhausted. It's a pet peeve, people who complain of exhaust, but whatever. I'm really tired. The road ahead is filled with to-do lists and coffee cups. Alas. I have to believe that my pleasure principle will shift, that I will awake, soaking in gold, and sweating brilliance. There's no alternative. I'm off to outline a paper. I better end up in lights.