I sit here, pondering my life in my "Fashionably Late Riser" pajamas, wrapped in a fleecy blanket, watching my coffee-scented candle flicker lazily. Swirls in the wax slowly melt, swirls I drew with a paperclip last night out of sheer boredom during writer's block. A giant mug sits next to it. It reads "Due to unfortunate circumstances, I am awake" in large friendly letters. The mug itself is bigger than my candle, and holds half a pot of coffee in it, which I sip on occassion. Caffeine might

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