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A Day In the Life

A Day In the Life

I Sleep In Until Noon

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Rudy Martinez
Dec 27, 2024
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Dexter staring in B&W
I was trying to enjoy my coffee. Dexter was wishing me death.

I am a night owl. Always have been. That is not to say I prefer to be out partying all hours of the night, it is more that I just prefer the wee hours of the early morning as my bedtime. Late night is the best time for me to just sit and exist with myself without the noise and anxiety of the daytime. Less people helps. This, unfortunately for my dog, means walks at 0300 before bed and noon walks for breakfast. He is not a night owl.

When I woke this morning just before noon I started my day with a hot cup of coffee. Shout out to The Gorgeous Blonde for always having one ready when she hears me stirring. As I sit there, cup in hand, pondering what I did to be forced to exist on this ungodly plane for another day Dexter usually goes to his bowl of food, let’s out a huff of disappointment, and then spends the rest of the morning trying to bore a hole into my head with his death stare. Eventually, the bean juice does its magic a…

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