This is such a big torture... To wrench oneself up & away from that big pile of nicely-warmed blankets in the middle of cold, quiet night, and drag one's heavy feet to that non-living computer, then focus one's panda eyes on that blurry flickering screen, and try to type something intelligent as the whole estate snores at 3am... Sigh... What kinda life is this?? Haiz... coming from a well-honed workaholic, it must be age catching up or something... The recovery period after each of these unholy escapades is getting longer... I'd better stop all these nonsense before chronic fatigue sets in & I check myself into some institute.
Happy sleeping you lucky piglets..... ZZZzzzzzz...
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