Once more into breech.
Cry havoc and let loose the dogs of war.
All that good stuff.
Ah, screw it.
I admit it.
I do!
I am tired in ways I can barely know.
Something deep, deep down is broken.
I want to fix it.
I just haven’t had the time.
We will see.
For now, dice and laughter.
For later, endurance.
