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True memoir:
Today, I awoke slowly. I'd programmed Nash Bridges to come on at 7:00AM because it was a lot less obtrusive than an alarm. Sometimes it's nice to hear a Hemi 'Cuda first thing.
I did my stretches and pushups, getting my blood flowing and preparing me for the day. I've often found that, while I prefer to exercise in the evening, coffee falls short of physical activity in order to provide one with enough life to last until breakfast is being digested.
Ah, breakfast. Toast made from organic whole wheat bread that I bought from a local bakery with fresh orange juice and a hard boiled egg filled my belly and gave me that indescribable satisfaction; "ahhh".
Not a true memoir:
I awoke to having an anti-Nazi wolf lick my face. I'd been living with the wolves for some time, along my 1900 mile walk. Oh, and I'm Jewish. I wish I had toast.
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