drink and sleep:
I am such a cheap drunk when I am exhausted. A shot and a half of limoncello and I'm ready to fall into bed and go to sleep. Speaking of that,...
There's a cool web of language weaves us in,
Retreat from too much joy and too much fear:
We grow sea-green at least and coldly die
In brininess and volubility.
--Robert Graves
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