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HANGOVER

I spoke to soon about getting through the clock change smoothly.

Franklin was itchy at 2:30 and I was soon to follow.

I know it is time to get up when I am lying there starting to worry about things like whether the refrigerator will wear out today or what I will do if...............fill in any imagined catastrophe from a broken shoelace to a major earthquake.

The crazy mind machine starts.

Waking nightmares.

It is weird that, the second my feet hit the floor and real life clicks in, I am free from this kind of paranoia and fear ridden prognostication.

It is a wee-small hours thing sometimes but I can pray myself back to sleep or simply focus on my body.

When it is wake up time, I think that it is my alarm.

"OK, lie here and I will deliver the most grotesques shit into your head that you will have to get up".

The mind is a wonderful and sometimes perverse gift.