the sleep deprivation is hitting

feel like I'm simultaneously throwing straws into the wind, throwing shit at a wall, and gutting a mountain before shoving it at warp speed with this one—all at once. I don't know if that's good or bad or pointless or meaningful but its something a smidgen more than nothing. sometimes you just need to start thrashing and slicing until you're satisfied. finesse has its limitations, and so do I.