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6 o'clock in the Morning, You're the Last To Hear the Warning

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January 7, 2005

These are the days you learn to loathe. Not how to loathe another person, place, thing, or other entity, but how to loathe the day. The dark-rising. The precipitation that is too heavy to ignore, that keeps getting in your eyes, mouth and ears, yet is too light to use an umbrella against, because who wants to look like that idiot holding an umbrella against nothing? The precipitation that is just warm enough to not be cute, comforting, peaceful or cheery, but is cold enough to seep into every pore, every joint in your body, and indeed, it seems, into your brain and very soul, weighing things down so that you feel you need a hair dryer just to make it through the day. There is, of course, the looming work, the lack of sleep, and the general worry about career, life, etc., but for the moment, that just takes a full back seat to the awful press of the alarm against your ears, Death Cab For Cutie playing or no.

This was New York , and it appeared on January 7, 2005 12:32 AM.

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