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TM 161: The Morning After 
11th-Feb-2007 02:04 am
Say what/Smoke's better than air
The morning after is a terrible phrase. Never means anything good. Which version do you want to hear? The morning hangovers? (Ow.) The morning debriefings? (Also ow.) The 2 AM near enough to morning and oh god she wants to cuddle? (I've got an early meeting. Really.) The morning she doesn't want to cuddle, wants nothing to do with you? Nothing you haven't heard before.

All right.

The morning after, I woke up at five AM to the sound of my alarm, and if I was smart I would have just unplugged the thing, but I wasn't, so I got some coffee, and then I went to find out whether or not I remembered how to tie a tie. Last time I wore a suit, it'd been for a funeral. I tightened up the noose. Got the new black coat out of the closet. Same one I'd worn yesterday, I only owned the one. And I'd like to say when I looked into the mirror I didn't recognize myself, that I looked like I was a different man or wearing a costume or some such, but I'd be lying. I looked in the mirror, I smiled. "You fucking sellout."

Welcome to the machine, Wisdom.
23rd-Feb-2007 05:19 pm (UTC)
Thank you.

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