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August 5, 2008
...8 Minutes Flat
Last night I wrote: “I am going to go to bed and veg out with a marathon BBC drama viewing session, red wine, dark (90%) chocolate, and various other vices that I can’t live without.” And that is exactly what I did, until 2:30 or so in the AM. My alarm was set for 5:30. I checked it before I went to sleep. But somehow or another, it didn’t wake me up. I must have shut it off in my sleep without waking. I remember groggily looking at the clock, seeing it was 5:10 (or so I thought) and thinking I had 20 more minutes to sleep. Then I opened my eyes again, saw 5:21, and shut them again. Then my brain registered the reality of what I had seen, rather than what I had wanted to see. I jumped out of bed in a panic. It was 6:21! My bus comes at 6:29! The bus stop is three blocks away. Somehow, unbelievably, I made it! And I managed to pee and brush my teeth (simultaneously), and put on clean underwear. Of course I was good for nothing at work today. But that’s okay, ‘cause I am about to quit my job. Any day now.
