I am tired but resist going to bed: i want to stay up for once in three weeks.

It is 23H30. I am sipping on a low alcohol radler, grapefruit flavour.

I went to mail my opus of joual hard read poetry with tons of cultural references of my generation to my nephew for his birthday. He is 19. He will probably think the book impossible to read. I have a couple of copies left but I wont be sending it to anyone anymore: i want to keep the copies left (2 or 3). It is a superb artefact, high quality and fancy coloured paper inside. A sticker is included and I signed his copy for his 19th anniversary. It was printed in 2020, around February in 7 weeks of writing or 8 weeks.