Ready for bed.

Ready for bed. Drawing Luke Hockley.  

Ready for bed. Drawing Luke Hockley.  

Dear Self,

I wish I wouldn’t wait until Ten o’clock at night to write to you.

I much rather start the day visiting myself, rather than ending it that way.

Why, I wonder?

What on earth is wrong with visiting myself at the end of the day?

I think I just have this idea that if I write to you in the morning then I have succeeded.

Also, by ten at night I’m ready for bed.

Maybe that’s the real problem.

I’m done.



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