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i was up at five, and realized that there was no need to force sleep. this happens every once in a while, where i realize that i have no job, no school, and no need for a regular sleep pattern. but really, at 1 o'clock, i start thinking about how it really is a normal time to sleep, even if i don't for hours more. so i checked my e-mail, as if UNCG would have responded in the middle of the night, and i read another million posts about how awkward "your mom" jokes are to people whose mothers have ever died, and even though i have never found a "your mom" joke to be funny, i find myself on their side. for find myself hating people who hate them, because really, it's a joke. and it's a cliche. and it's not personal. and if your mother's death really bothers you, then simply hearing the phrase shouldn't be catalyst enough to provoke the tears that simply grieving would. i just don't like people who take offense, really. there are atrocities in the world and no joke should be a bad one. i don't feel tired, but i feel as though my writing shows that i am. i feel uninteresting and blundering. and even more so because i had nothing to say when i started this. i just realized how bright my room was upon closing my lap-top, and realized it was the dawn, not the screen, when it was asleep. and it seems ridiculous to fall just when the sun rises. but it didn't last. but i'll do it.