mid-november

mid-novemeber so i'm steeling myself against the onslaught stealing sleep wherever i can to strenghten the stores of defenses against the enemy of sanity poised to attack some december it's lurking just around the corner with one toe already breaching the battle-lines drawn some nine years ago now familiar foe welcome back i wonder why you bother at all this futile torment of a tired warrior celtic/pict woman she has blue ink for veins head shaved ready to fight she is knows this game better than you and you're on her land her land her land built from pain endured and demons defeated over and over and over again and again and again get on with it maybe we can finish a little earlier this year for a change finish in time for tea