Don't really want to go to sleep, honestly, though I guess I'll have to sooner or later

If I do sleep, it's bad dreams. If I don't, it's bad dreams and headaches, so you'd think the choice would be obvious.

...but I obviously don't want to sleep, so here we are.

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Love and Friendship by Emily Brontë

Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly’s sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He still may leave thy garland green.

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