Worked for 42 hours straight. Ship's humming. Called it quits to get a little shut-eye, but I'm wide awake here. Figured I'd use the time to practice my poetry.
Didn't know I practice poetry? Neither did I. Probably because I don't. But here it goes.
Heleus, are you
Or will we regret
Because the kett
are forever bumming
Wait a minute, is that actually good, or has the analytical sphere of my brain fallen asleep?