One fourty one am and I am still up. My lids droop and sting, my head full of cotton and my back is slumped uncomfortably. I cannot sleep though.
I feel the tug, that urge to post like crazy on Deviantart so I am dragging some of my photos on here and hope they aren't a total flop.
My model thinks her pictures look creepy. I feel satisfied. I have accomplished my goal.