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Well I woke up way too early this morning for whatever reason. I love those early morning arguments I have with myself in my head "you are tired, go back to bed!". "No I'm not, I'm wide awake." "Are not, go make coffee." "Make it yourself, I'm going back to sleep." "Liar." "Fine then. Just fine."
So, since I pissed myself off, I went and made coffee. I hope to hell I'm happy now. But about 4 this afternoon, we'll see which one was right. Heh.
Unfortunately my first cup of coffee is always at 6 a.m. as I get the nerve up for atlanta traffic.
Posted by: Grey Biker at February 24, 2004 07:29 AMOh, this one's easy -- the 'go the hell back to sleep' voice is always right. Without question.
Peronally, I keep a bottle of NyQuil and a large wooden mallet on my bedside table, just in case the 'other' voice decides to open its yap. It was a struggle for a while, but several medicine-induced dreams and a few blows to the head later, and I think I'm cured. I haven't heard the other voice for months now.
On the other hand, I can no longer multiply by seven. Dammit. Seems there's a price for everything.
Posted by: Charlie at February 24, 2004 08:49 AM