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Almost rarely do I get the chance to sleep in past 5 am. When I do get the opportunity, my "internal alarm clock" wakes me up roughly around 6. Today, however, was different. I just woke up, 10 am. Although this feels like a personal accomplishment, I would almost rather take the 6 am, and trade in this caffiene headache I get from over sleeping. When I am so used to my morning cup of tea at roughly oh five hundred hours, my body becomes used to it. And now, you see, I feel as though I have tiny little miners with pick axes, chisseling away at my temples. Tea is on, the water is almost at the boil, and this headache will slowly fade into oblivion; which is exactly where it belongs.
Cheers.
-K
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