I knew full well last night that I had class at 9:30. I knew it, and so I showered and was between the sheets before 1.
Then I was up, scribbling notes about a new pop culture blog I'm starting.
Then I was back in bed, staring at the ceiling as millions of other thoughts about said blog richocheted off my skull.
Then I was up again, scribbling more.
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