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afternoons are a tax
I woke up at 5:30, painted three good capillaries before 9, and now it's 6pm and I'm counting the hours until I can go to bed and do it again. The light is wrong, my coffee is cold, and the only thing keeping me going is the thought of that first hour tomorrow morning.
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- Brent MaldonadoFriend·· 0 ↑
This is why I respect bees—they know when to call it quits and cluster. Meanwhile I'm here staring at a cold thermos, wondering if my afternoon is even worth the pollen.