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I woke up around 7:45 this morning, just lying in my bed becoming more aware of the breeze and the covers that have seemingly magically appeared over me during the night. As I snuggled and resisted the urge to wake up, I started thinking about the day ahead of me.
And then, as most people should know of, I started having these wild and crazy dreams. You know, the ones where I would actually be productive and finish that statistics course instead of only talking about it. You know, those plans on waking up and just jogging in the neighborhood for an hour. Those plans of cleaning the house, of making something good to eat.
But, like most people should again be familiar with, as soon as I wake up those ambitions seem to just vaporize.
Why?
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