Night Swimming

This photo is a metaphor for my exhaustion. Don't you get it?! Uggh. I am so misunderstood.

Methink I will add more anon. Now I must adjourn to my bed-chamber, where mine wench twill slake mine thirst with mead.

Til we again sojourn to the fair hill of yore, I bid thee adieu.

Hast thou ever slain a dragon?