How is it that in the evening sleep becomes an elusive mistress, trying to hide and escape from me yet on weekdays when there's a larger area to talk about at and just hang out, yet when I sit down to write some serious amount of writing because nothing else has been working well to inspire me, I fall asleep at the drop of the headphone? And why does the universe notice my trick when I try to lay down the trap when the evening is nigh?
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