and now I want to curl up in a little ball and go to sleep. nose is clear, but ears are stuffed up and I’m exhausted.
the movable type foofurah feels like a storm happening around me, or in some distant space. another week, and I would’ve had lots to say, some of it contradictory. now, I just shrug. software, even nifty social software, is in no way more important than sleep.