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Heard the alarm ring.
Hit the "snooze". Heard the alarm again. Turned off the "snooze". I got up out of bed. Put my hair up with an elastic. Put on my slippers. Walked to the kitchen. Put a pot of strong coffee on. Went to the batroom (*details withheld). Got out of the bathroom. Walked back to the kitchen. Made my cup of coffee (two sugars with whole cream milk). Walked to my room. Took big gulps of coffee on the way. Turned on my iPod. Took off my pyjamas. Put on my bra. Drank some more coffee. Put on a jeans skirt. Put on a white cami. Put on Secret deoderant. Wore a polo ontop. Drank more coffee. Outlined my eye with jet balack eyeliner. Took a huge sip of coffee. Put on my socks. Sat down and put on my shoes. Grabbed my sunglasses. Took my house and car keys. Took another sip of coffee. Sprayed myself with Bath and Body Works' Pearberry body spray. Grabbed my school bag and threw it over my shoulder. Took my last gulp of coffee and placed the mug on the kitchen counter. Walked to the front door, and stepped out. *Moral of the story: I can't function, live, or do anything productive without my morning cup of coffee.
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