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Man, I slept in HARD this morning. The alarm goes off, I think to myself "OK, time to wake up!" and next thing I know it's half an hour later and I have to take the world's shortest shower and not shave or comb my hair and run to catch a cab I can't afford so I'm not late for work. I mean I was late for work, but only 3 minutes, which doesn't really count.

But hey, dinner last night was freakin' delicious. I can have the last of the pork tonight, and bake a yam or maybe make that cassava bibingka I keep putting off. So it's not all bad.