Ugh, morning has come again. The sultry undergrowth of night has yielded to the obnoxious leaf blower of wakefulness. Another week tumbles pendulously from the unzipped flies of the future. My bed beseeches me: Son of Man, do not waste your time in the upright world. Crawl back under the covers. Embrace your pillow. Forget the sun. But I can't do that, bed, because I have already checked my inbox in a fit of self-loathing, and would you believe there are new PC games to write about???
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