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Okay. A couple things.
First. Raisins have no business being put into cookies. None. I just grabbed what I thought was a chocolate chip cookie, and was subjected to the ruination of raisins masquerading as chocolate chips. If you're going to foul your chocolate chip cookies with raisins, at least have the decency to be sure a couple of your beloved, shrively, chewy raisins are peeking up on the top of the cookie, instead of all hiding down inside waiting for the unsuspecting to bite down into their gummy nastiness. Yuck.
Second. I'm fascinated by the state of my mind first thing in the morning when the alarm clock is going off and I'm trying to poke the snooze™ button. Last night for some reason, I positioned our little caller-ID box next to my alarm clock. And so this morning as the alarm was bleeping...and let me say now, that I anticipate my inability to wake up by setting the alarm 1 hour earlier than I need to wake up, so I get about 7 or 8 snooze disarmaments before I reach consciousness...but anyway, I half-lucidly noticed each time I stumbled over to hit the button, that I spent several seconds messing around with the Caller-ID box before dropping it and hitting the alarm instead. Really weird. Somebody could drop a dead skunk on the dresser and then rubber-cement a couple shiney buttons to it's fur and I'd try to shut it off first thing in the morning too. There is definitely weird subliminal stuff that goes on during that twilight hour of waking up. I notice when the occasional Coffee or Kellogs commercial comes on and plays the sound of somebody's alarm clock bleeping, that I can instantly sense this primordial, reptilian portion of my brain stirring and trying to move me to action...arrrrrrrr ... must ... stop ... noise ... must ... make ... it ... stop... arrrrrrrr...
Third. Harrison has the most doggone nasty morning halitosis. Yowza!
Jeremy
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