Ages ago (high school age) I woke up, looked bleary-eyed at my alarm clock that hadn't gone off ("oh, it's 6:30 a.m.") stumbled around the house for a while, and sat down for breakfast.
I was halfway through the food, wondering idly "Ok, chili for breakfast. Odd, but not that odd for my family" when the nutrients finally hit me. It wasn't 6:00am on Monday. It was 6:00p.m., and still Sunday evening.
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Date: 2008-01-31 05:54 pm (UTC)I was halfway through the food, wondering idly "Ok, chili for breakfast. Odd, but not that odd for my family" when the nutrients finally hit me. It wasn't 6:00am on Monday. It was 6:00p.m., and still Sunday evening.