*slowly blinks, rubbing my eyes as I awaken, blankly stares at the room a moment before bringing myself to a sitting position, wincing as my stiff muscles protest the movement, spots the light on the answering machine blinking, pulls myself to my feet and slowly crosses the studio to the phone, turning off the stereo as I pass it, listens to the few messages I have since Sunday, frowning a little, rubs the back of my neck in a futile attempt to relieve some of the soreness, turns and walks back over to the area of the floor where I had passed out, shuffling past the multiple crumpled-up pieces of paper screwn across the floor, sinks back down to the floor with a quiet grunt and picks up the notebook and pen that were laying amongst the paper, scribbling in the notebook occasionally as words and thoughts echo in my mind*
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