this is not a poem

As I continue to wait for the package from Surrender to Chance whose address I botched (twice, technically, but hopefully the second one doesn’t count), and for school to begin inundating me with responsibility, and for my new job to start, and for my life as a fully-fledged adult to maybe finally begin, I sit sleepy, with too much energy to lay down, and too little energy to get up.

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