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The Night Owl’s Sufferings

Back again.

Those Monday mornings hurtling back around like boomerangs,
somehow seeming to arrive much faster than their more laidback cousin,
the Friday evening,
back to dozing from 5 a.m. onwards lest you miss the alarm,
even though you never have and most likely never will,
back to swearing as it blares,
muttering your daily chant,
I hate this I hate this I hate this,
sometimes three times, sometimes five,
back to…