SEPT 1 2011 I woke up with a jolt today, jello in my veins. My uncle's alarm clock was ringing, as expected. Had I really slept or just been thinking? I looked bleary-eyed at the time. 2AM. I've seen this time before on many occasions. Sometimes because sleep simply won't bless me with respite, others because I'm, as my Grandma would say, out on the town. But waking up at 2AM... waking up at 2AM is not something I've done before. Not something I was ever keen to do. Looking out at the dark cold air, the day hasn't even started to consider unfolding. It isn't overly depressing or foreboding, it's just so early that nothing can be made of today. Or tomorrow? I can't tell. I'm at the airport now. It's 5AM, 1.5 hours until
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