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I can not sleep. It is a quarter until seven, my alarm clock is set to ring in two hours and I am feeling every second that passes. Tomorrow, or rather later today when I emerge to face the world is going to be hell. I am glad about one thing however, that this does not happen all that often and my heart goes out to those people for whom this is a daily occurence.

I am only listening to the sound of my air filter.