Coffee is not dinner.
I have 23,000 steps today.
My legs are tired, my brain is not.
I'm hungry, but it's too late to eat.
Again, coffee is not dinner.
I'm hoping the slow, meditative narration on Forensic Files will take me to sleep like it usually does. Because the TV off is too quiet, akin to too dark for your eyes and you start seeing purple ink blots, except I start hearing the loud silence...and it's distracting.
Coffee is not dinner.
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