This is my friend.
And this is me.
This is what we did all night:
Until 7 am.
And then again--until now.
Because it's that last paper of the year you find yourself asking over and over and over
Am I done?
I want to be.
I don't know if I am.
Should I have more coffee?
I'm exhausted.
Yet..
Do I need:
A cup of water?
To go for a walk?
Sleep?
Read?
Cry?
