Can hardly keep my eyes open but I have

three prints waiting to be picked up by

two people who are going to give them

to one person

as a gift for

$300.

And then there are about 20 more prints

sitting in the in box to

be printed but even though one of those orders

should be started today I don’t see how

I’m going to start it.  I think I’m going to almost certainly

either go back to sleep and then when I wake

go back to the French stuff and finish it off already.

Tweet me to wake me up.

Tweet me to snap me from a snooze.

Tweet my pictures so that they circle the world

In a chain of tweets.

Viral.

Very much wanted.

A chipper tweeting virus that there is no cure for.

For sure there is no cure

Until the twitter replacement makes it’s way

across the tweeting universe

but not in verse.

*According to article in today’s NY Times only 7% of all bloggers are over 52 (hey, that means me)

*Most are between 21 and 35. (Of course they are.  Who else would bother to read or write this stuff that goes mostly unread).

I type this with closed eyes now… even the dots adn the

carriage return

and I am from a time when typing machines actually had carriage returns.

It was a metal handle that you hit and push two return the carriage.

I feel myself noddin’ each leg… almost asleep…