woke up this morning, rolled over, and very confidently tried to blow out my alarm clock like a candle. absolutely no precedent for that.
Ebeneezer in 1742 wakes with a start as for some reason he has put out his guttering candle by slapping atop it ith the palm of his hand. His hand is burned and his nightgown and cap are spattered with hot wax.
Fascinated by the perceived necessity of an Equivalent Exchange
what raw power did i have at fourteen years of age that allowed me to stay up till 5am and then go about my school day at full productivity. it just hit 11:30pm and im so sleep deprived i hallucinated the babadook on my ceiling
