Insomnia. Damn you insomnia. I can feel the trickle of red over my eye sockets. I keep thinking about the future. The future is haunting me. Forever in my thoughts. My life of a hacker is uncertain. Listening to Kamasi Washington as I ponder. I have to sleep. I need to sleep. For the Dunkin Donuts awaits me a block away from my abode. The Lenovo T410 deserves to be struck down with furious vengeance. For Python is my way out of this virtual non-existence I feel 5 days a week from 11-7. I will sleep. I have to sleep. I am going to sleep.
Sleep deprivation of Pythonical proportions
Category: Spoken Word