Ten.One Thousand, Seven Hundred & Seven
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I keep pressing my fingers on the keys, watching the letters appear on the screen as the minutes creep by.
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I start to fall while walking to the bathroom and stick out my arm to catch myself. I need to sleep.
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I go back upstairs at my normal wake-up time and get dressed before sitting back down again.
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He tells me I need to sleep.
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They text me to say that everything went well and that the journalists were so happy and checkout was smooth. I can relax a little bit now before the next one.
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I realize that I sound irritated Iām just tired and still maybe sick and my patience is thin.
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I sit out in the sun and work. The sound of chainsaws and falling trees keeping me awake.
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I tell them Tra Vigne for dinner - again. No one is upset about it.
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2019 Pax Syrah - Armagh.
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Dead.