we're in the future again.
you and me and everybody,
well,
everybody who does that sort of thing.
we're saving daylight by losing an hour,
and while that seems counterintuitive,
it sure is bright out.
anyway,
since sleep seems to elude me every time i'm
all by my lonley,
i was up and at 'em at two a.m.,
except, as the clock struck,
and the digital readout seemed poised
on the precipitous perch of 1:59 to make the natural adjustment,
i leapt forward,
live and directly into three a.m.,
and now,
here i am.
an hour short of time,
and a whole night shy of well-rested.
luckily,
i've got these pink powerbombs to push me over the limit.
huh?
these:
that's SO a thing.
oh, and prednisone makes me rep the 'roid rage, kids.
nooooo, c'mon-
i mean, i get a little fired-up,
and a lot of motormouthed unfiltered furious fuego spits out
of my F*ing face as hot fire and talked-sh!t.
yikes.
that's what living in the future starts out like, i've heard.
yuck.
so,
here we are.
and here i am.
i'm turbo-charged,
and underslept,
and overreacting,
and underimpressed.
it's all really happening, again, or still,
and we've missed out on sixty minutes of reactivation.
time to get louder and fresher and harder in a hurry, i guess;
never quiet, never soft.....
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