I need your help Mr Simpson

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i'd been asleep 4hours

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i just wanted to die

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it was 11.05am, i should have been at work 5minutes ago and i was being forced away from the sweet sweet embrace of unconciousness by the slight noise of the fire alarm going off... it had already been doing this for over an hour.. and would contunie for the 35more minutes i pressed snooze for, with only a brief respite of 7minutes during which i mananaged to dream of cheese, it wasn't the most memorble of dreams, or even the most interesting of topics, but dammit i had a deep attachment to every second of it before

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of course if we lived in a world that actually worked the first sign of this noise would have inspired myself and everyone else in the apartment block to walk briskly but calmly into the car park wearing only what they happened to have on... which would have admittedly been cold.. but most something of a treat... obviously though this didn't happen, as our world is broken, the alarm was uniformly ignored and we all just lay around muttering under our breath vague threats against unclear authority figures and then went to work tired

the rest of the day passed in the way in which we are all accustomed, waiting for something to beep, swearing, then doing whatever needs to be done to stop it beeping

until the wonderous fates looked down upons me briefly but kindly with the most wonderful of natures miracles.. unexpected, unseen, simpsons. i nearly wept.

now we have reached that 8pm precipice where a free night hangs before us and the daily decision must be made.. roper, or internet?

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