Wednesday, October 5, 2011
The lawn gets mowed every Wednesday at 7:30 in the morning. Every Wednesday I drag myself out of bed to shut the window, which only helps so much and wonder why they have to mow the lawn at 7:30, why not at 9, why not at sometime that more people are likely to be up. Then I spend the rest of the day in a crabby fog. That's where I am now, the crabby fog.
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