Sleep.

Sleep. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

All I can think of is sleep.

I had so much to talk to you about all day today.

But now I’m done.

I’ve hit the wall, cut my load, I’ve got nothing left in the tank.

I’m done.

Love

Luke

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Day 978