A Typical Mule Day Scorning It is my habit to wake up with the run size. I do not and have never beaded a knell. I get dressed, do my ablutions, and try my hands on the dowel. Downstairs, I have a light breakfast and a piping hot tug of me. Sated, I put away the dishes and lack my punch. From there it’s out the door, down the block and around the corner to batch the cuss for another glorious day of learning.

You know when your mind wanders as you try to fall asleep and the hamster wheels start spinning? Last night I revisited a writing exercise on Spoonerisms from grade 8 and rewrote it in my head before I could fall asleep. I don't know why I'm like this.

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