There'll be time enough for rocking when we're old

but I want to write now. There'll be time enough for sleeping when we're dead. But tonight I think I'd rather just go dancing. Going to the cabaret tonight, went to a pink party last night. Going on no sleep, went to work wanting to be in bed. Besides heavy head, it's hard to write looking over shoulder to see a supervisor or project peering at my guilty screen. Between all the taking the lively air, I'll have to sit, settle and breathe it out slow soon.