March 2010
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Morning, afternoon, porkchops, performances, and...
As numerous birds began finding their worms and the numerous workaholics entered Starbucks for their caffeine fix, I was just wiping the disgusting eye goo out of my vision to find out that I had slept about twenty minutes past my original start time. I groaned and reluctantly got out of bed. I groped around my bedroom and pull one of the two cords from my ceiling fan. Light flooded the room...