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  1.  (666.1)
    "Resurrection Daily" This is what I think of when I start my day. I don't wake up with some chipper Pollyanna ease, a bucket of smiles. I usually don't wake up with a smile on my face. Usually I check the clock, to see if I can sleep for another half hour, and hide back under the massive pile of blankets.

    I've been told my IQ is pretty high (Gifted). I've been told I have a lot of talent. I know a lot of random things about random topics, have a BFA, and nearly a B.S. in Bio, and really? it doesn't matter.

    What does matter is that I do get up in the morning. I leave my bed, turn off my alarm clock and get on with life.
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    I'm not rich. I'm not famous. And, contrary to the belief of co-workers, I am not a Just and Vengeful God of washing dishes.

    I'm just another girl, a grab bag of merits and flaws. And the first thing that goes through my mind when I wake up in the morning is not some witty, pithy remark. It's "Oh god. Time to wake up again? Can't I have Five More Minutes?!"

    What can I say? My bed is comfy. But I can't stay there forever. Life calls.
  2.  (666.2)
    Beautifully written. Like I said, nothing by you is ever banal, Roo. You have a subscriber. :)
  3.  (666.3)
    Nice Roo, very nice.

    The 5 more minutes thing never goes away I think, I hate the little children with their damn nap time.
  4.  (666.4)
    ... as a child I hated naps. Now, as an adult (Will the shuddering ever go away when I associate myself with that word? I'm 25, but I don't feel like an adult!) , I actually find myself liking the things.

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