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{ Tuesday, June 21, 2005 }

Clock Face

I am gaining an uncomfortable familiarity with numbers on the clock I had hitherto been unacquainted with. Numbers like 6.

I had thought that I could become a morning person by sheer force of will, but I find that I am really stupid until around noon, no matter how many smart drinks I drink or oxygen bars I visit.

The clock is the enemy.

LINK | 11:13 PM | TB

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