Poetry: Now is not the time.
Prose: A freaking fire alarm went off at 4:35 a.m. My good night's sleep was curtailed to a 15 minute nap. Needless to say, I'm a little miffed.
This is not a particularly auspicious start of the day...
Listening to: Anna Nalick - "Wreck of the Day"
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