I washed my hair.
My phone has crossed over to the dark side.
I used an alarm clock for the first time in years this morning and I couldn't check the weather.
 I have nothing left to do for the next two weeks except work and watch spoken word poetry and lay in bed.

One of these things is not like the others.



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