Want to write…::struggles to computer, sits down, stares at computer, tries not to fall asleep, fails::…zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…. Where there’d be writing, there is sleepWhere there’d be thought, there are sheepWhere there’d be words, an empty pageWhere characters dance, an empty stage For Ork has taken all I hadAnd though I’ve been good, and not been badI must to bed and take to sleepAnd rid myself of a long, long week. So the page and words will have to waitUntil the morn, until I wakeAnd madly scribble a phrase or twoBefore the day begins anew. Nutty(with finite energy reserves – sold today’s supply to pay the utility bills) PS: Ork = Work (long story, will tell you all one day) PPS: I really shouldn’t complain – I did the math last night. In the three weeks since I started writing in Thunderbirds fandom, I have written over 27,500 words. ::falls over ded::