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I rise from a broken slumber, summoned by a voice unheard
a voice without reason or kindness, a voice from the underworld.

Ahh, coffee. I am alive again. There is nothing better than the smell of freshly brewed coffee in the morning.
Well, I added some pics last night so I hope you all enjoy. I will keep adding more when I get some that are worthy. It is Saturday so that means chore day. I don't know why I call it chore day 'cause I never do any chores on Saturday. Don't you hate it when, in the morning, the day starts with all good intentions, with lots of plans to do stuff. Next it is 10pm and you're still lounging around, with your bed still unmade?
Well, I got a nice surprise this morning - an email from my bud overseas (background: I share a house with him and another guy - we all work together as well). It wasn't until I got his email that I discovered I am really missing him and it's only been 2 months - another four to go.
Well I surprised myself - didn't think I would write this much, So I will go and.....um....do some chores I 'spose.
Cheers!