The Light Ball came out of hiding again today, and it is low powered and falling rapidly. A reflection of it's last efforts for today bounce off the large pane glass window across the street and flash in here, onto the table at the cafe, looking also like a pitiful yellow stain on the floor. Light fails, and the long dark will soon prevail. I will be burning the midnight oil, fueling it with spite and stubbornness.
Digging back in, concentration efforts intensify. Calling all Demons! I summon full focusing powers, I summon the powers of unholy convergence. I give my bones, you give me the fire.
Hail Satan, straight A's.