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[phosfate]

Yargh. Cocked up the alarm clock. Though it read 7:00 it was in fact 6:00, but by the time I figured it out I had dressed and breakfasted and packed my lunch. So I went grocery shopping at 6:45, then drove down to the office and kipped on the floor for an hour. It was that airport terminal sort of sleep, sound-ish but nowhere near enough. I feel like I am made of frogs.

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[cocoajava.livejournal.com]

Floor naps tend to make for weird weird dreams, too. Overall, I find your tale ribbeting.