It's one of those days.
When things just don't start right.
Pollution.
The air is visible.
Cut it in cubes, package it, and sell it back
as fuel to the factories that spews it out.
Progress.
Global warming.
Heating up.
Going down.
Went to work very early.
Worked late last night.
And that was Sunday.
Many things must be done before noon.
Today.
But my pal Murphy never sleeps.
He went in and toyed around with the
computer while I was out for a bit of sleep.
The work is mysteriously gone.
I know I saved it before I went.
Maybe I'm going mad.
Or perhaps I'm going home.
It's a glorious morning indeed.
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