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Last night I passed out ridiculously, shamefully early for a Saturday night. I blame the fact that I've been half on UK time, which is six hours ahead, for a couple weeks now. As in, I'm waking up around 5 or 6 in the morning when my friends are having their morning breaks at work. Oops. Well. Anyway. Last night I laid on the sofa and read magazines until I fell asleep, because magazines are about as long as my attention span could go. Then I dreamed about concerts in abandoned hotels and photographers taking candid backstage shots of musicians.

I woke up to watch the sun rise and clear the sky. Now it's time for a rockstar breakfast of cold pizza and Red Bull. Yep. My glamorous suburban life, let me show you it. In a little bit, I'm going to run some errands, get a bit of exercise. But first, internet.