There is nothing more fundamentally depressing on a Sunday night than to have to restore the alarm setting on my cellphone to 6:00 am.

Of course, as I sit here typing this blog post in bed, on the shiny new iBook, I'm reminded that were it not for those 6 am mornings, I wouldn't have the privilege of blogging in bed in the first place.

I hate being an adult about it.


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