...seems to have had some sort of exaggerated effect in my internal clock!, I'm like, jet-lagged, dude. Not as nocturnal as usual. Short blog due to exaustion, still reeling from info overload, so much to process lately.
I wish I could write a song like "Three Blind Mice" or "Pop Goes The Weasel"...
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