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Imperfect Thought:
I’m late, I’m late, I’m late…

10:45! This is what my mind screamed in the half a second after my alarm went off. 1045!

I was going to be late for work. I need to be at work at 9! How did I let my alarm go off at the wrong time? This stupid alarm was set for yesterday’s time when I had to get up and call my father for his birthday. How could I have been so neglectful?

I jumped up so fast I could feel my bones aligning as if my body understood fully that I was going to be late. I kept thinking to myself, “You were out last week sick, do you really want to stroll in an hour before lunch?” In an attempt to remember the phone number for work I ran into the bathroom.

Thirty seconds have gone by, in a wash of grogginess fading into serious reality. The closer we get to Beta the more important it is I get to work. DAMN. I didn’t want to let anyone down.

I rushed, naked of course, into the living room to find my cell phone and attempt to call work and let them know. I started to turn on my PC in a hectic dash to confess my apologies to everyone from HR to Producers… and then I sank into my stupidity and flopped down onto the ground.

“It is Sunday. You don’t work on Sunday’s you dumb-shit.” God only knows why my paranoia slapped me across the face this morning and had me believe for nearly a minute in perceived time that I was late for work. Bet your ass that I set my clock immediately for the right time afterwards though.

In the end, I can assure you I’m as paranoid as they come and always I am afraid something stupid will come from my forgetfulness. Thus far, thankfully, it’s only brought me stupidity when it wasn’t important. I proceeded to fall down into my bed on the floor and went back to sleep.

-The Adam

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