You know how you wake up early, like seven or seven-thirty, but you end up drifting back to sleep and wake up four hours later? If you know what I'm talking about, then you would get a picture of my morning. I admit I didn't exactly wake four hours later, but my morning was shot.
I'm currently drinking coffee, sewing up a couple of shirts, and planning to polish my boots (I only wear Blundstones these days) and do some homework. I have a chess date later; I'm trying to find a strong defense against R.'s opening.
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