Not late enough
Uh. It's late, but evidently not late enough. It doesn't feel right. I don't have that unique sensation of sitting in front of my computer. Beautifully alone. Ethereally connected to like-minded souls through gently pulsating streams of bits, flowing and ebbing in time with the sporadic clicks of the mouse gripped in my hand.
Maybe there's too much light. Maybe I've eaten too much chocolate.
I miss my sweet isolation.
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