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(Here's something I wrote last month but didn't get to post because our workload went completely insane. Which is what's happening now and I have nothing new to say expect work-- which I can't talk about because it's all top secret-hush-hush-blah-blah.)


Good morning.

It is exactly 11:11am

Dino once told me that every time you look at a digital clock and see it’s 11:11am, it’s a sign that aliens are trying to send you a message. Then someone else said if you look at a digital clock and it reads 1:43 it means you’re falling in love. But sometimes 11:11am just means you’re late for work and 1:43 means you’re really, really late for work.

I’m supposed to be working but just wanted to give my fingers some stretching exercises and hopefully get my brain going.

On the way to work, I kept falling asleep behind the wheel.

Took me an hour to get to work.

At 2am, it would probably take me just 15 minutes to get to work. Then again, it’s a bad sign if you want to rush to work at 2am.

Time to start working.

Drinking instant coffee without sugar.

Need to wake up.

Wake.

Awake.

Stay awake.

Stay.

Need to stay.

I’m running out of…

Out of…

Words.

Need to find the words.

I’m not.

Making sense.

Making great sense possible.

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