I woke up at ten past seven. Do I hop in the shower, throw on some clothes, and try to catch the 7:50 Metra out of Morton Grove? No, of course not. I do my internet regimen, then the above. Never mind that I could check my mail and webcomics just as readily from work as I can from home. No, I have to go through the whole rigamorale. Dreams of
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