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A friend of mine called this morning. A few minutes past nine. And I was sleeping like a rock. I would still have been sleeping if he hadn't called. So I'm actually very greatful that he did. I can admit that I wouldn't have wished for the telephone ringing in any sense when it did, but I'm still greatful. Because he kicked my butt up and he made me realize, after a short nap taken after we'd talked, that it's actually monday and one should actually be fucking doing something. Now, he's very nice and gentle and wouldn't say anything like that to me. That's just my own inhead demon talking. Realizing. Kicking. Waking up. Thanks Simon! I needed that wakeup call! Now I finally realize what that term means. I needed a wakeup call. I need to be DOING THINGS!