Right now, it is 01:47 AM in the morning. I just finished all the endless editing and writing of a gazillion articles and pictures. I've probably been doing this since dinner, have enjoyed myself with some Drum and Bass occasionally and more intruiging distractions. A lot of updates to the website I put so much time into.
I wonder, why I keep pushing the limits to find out how little sleep is durable.
Will killing myself in the process result to an overcoming strength, or just overpowering weakness?
A fun fact is, though, that I'm supposed to be at Sloterdijk (reminder to self consciousness) around (?) 08:20 today for my final Fast Lane English, CAE Cambridge exams. Those won't be easy, I know. That's why it's probably wise and ethically correct to write myself to sleep. I didn't even brush my teeth. Leave a message after the beep. This is going to be deep. But actually not yours to keep. I just hope after you take mine, you'll sweep. The artist's road is narrow, but so steep. It looks like an impossible leap. That's when I'll just sit here crying and weep.
Our souls are theirs to reap, though the price isn't cheap. *Bliep slowly turns into Miep.