It’s 12:33 AM, and I’m sitting here at my mundane desk, typing away aimlessly at a blank screen. Words fly past my glazed eyes, bloodshot due to a lack of sleep. My head throbs with the pain of drowsiness, and all of my willpower is being used to keep my neck upright at 90 degrees.
“I dunno, she’s got gaps, I got gaps, together we fill gaps.”
Rocky Balboa, Rocky (1976)