The day started with a rude awakening (just minutes before my alarm went off) by the backfiring of an unmuffled bike engine in the street below. How do you like that? Could he have just waited until 5:31 to gun it down the middle of the road? At least that way I might have avoided the barely-conscious battle that ensued between me and by bedsheets as I attempted to get to the window to check out what I was slowly coming to realize were probably not gunshots but some asshole's jacked-up Harley going nuts down the middle of Bond street. After that it was your typical wake-up-already-a-little-mad-at-the-world morning, saved only by a mediocre cup of coffee, the mediocrity of which cannot be over-emphasized. Sometimes if I'm lucky, not too much goes wrong until around lunchtime, but that's a once-a-week sort of thing, with today firmly outside of that category. To cap it all off, I have this whole damn post written and then the power goes out with a bang. The first draft, los...
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