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April 11, 2008

Friday

Why did you have a hard time getting up this morning?

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I’m late for work today.

I’m late because my alarm clock didn’t go off.

It didn’t go off because I didn’t set it.

I didn’t set it because I didn’t get home.

I didn’t get home because my car wouldn’t start.

It wouldn’t start because I was out late drinking.

Wait, I missed a part out.

I crashed into a tree. Then it wouldn’t start.

Or actually I just couldn’t turn the key. Because I couldn’t move.

And there was blood, and dark and numbness.

And I guess I have bigger things to worry about than being late for work.

Posted by: Misch at April 11, 2008 7:49 AM · Permalink

Feline Breakfast

Polly wakes me in the mornings. Her babbling always wakes me up on time-yet this morning there was no sound. Instead of the usual four-thirty awakening, Polly’s lack of nagging let me slide through five more hours of slumber. Come nine-thirty, I finally woke.

I bolted from the bed, ready to throttle Polly. Did we not have an agreement of when to rise? Why, then, had Polly not delivered?

Then I noticed the bright feathers that mottled the carpet. With a growing sense of dread, I looked where Polly should be.

The cat sat, grooming multicolored tufts from its fur.

Posted by: Xander at April 11, 2008 10:40 PM · Permalink