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Wake and bake and bake and bake

This is absolutely uncalled for.

Hello, world. Happy Tuesday. I’m up, and I’m typing, drinking my coffee and chatting with people. I dozed on and off all morning. I would absolutely love to sleep for a solid eight hours. Like black lights, I guess getting a solid sleep really isn’t a thing anymore.1 Yesterday was a gloriously sloth-y day. Shawshank…