It's 3 am, I'm sick. Cold has me in its grasp, glands all up and feeling lethargic, bunged up, tired. Can't sleep and writing something very strange. Stranger than usual even. Don't know if it's working but couldn't sleep and therefore had to get up and write it.
Going back to bed now. May finish it tomorrow (later today) or not. Depending on how strange it is.
( Something very strange - White Walls )
Going back to bed now. May finish it tomorrow (later today) or not. Depending on how strange it is.
( Something very strange - White Walls )