Damn. I'm sleepy now. Hungry. Need a restroom. Tense. Biting my tongue. These are boring vines. Sorry.

I'm hungry, upset, impatient, stressed, getting panicky. I keep doing exactly what they want & I need to crawl under a rock.

Hot steamy messy vines.

Should I develop patience? It dooms me.

You only have to put up with a couple more. Four little words. You know them.

Hello. I've heard you before. Ouch.

I don't make a very patient person.

I can't fall asleep for nothing so I'm up sending out queries about my writing. Rats. I'd love to sleep.

It is what it is I guess. 😏

But first I need a nap.

I just can't seem to catch up.