Actually got some sleep, trying to get magic coffee powers to activate, keep banging fists together, not producing usual blinding flash, little popping noises instead. Hope the city doesn't get destroyed.

Think I've been on a bit of a downhill literary slide, harsh reality not the poet's friend, need at least a little gaiety in the mix to keep things interesting, generate contrast. My basically comic outlook has been tested, found wanting, don't have another lying around close to hand, will have to limp along with a wanting outlook, heavy stuff on my back.