Time to make the donuts

Oliver Hammond

Someone once sang that in the wee small hours of the morning, you think about the girl you used to love. What *I* do in the wee small hours of the morning (at least, it feels like the wee small hours) is, I drag myself out of bed, attempt to remember to do and put on all of the things that must be done and put on before leaving for work. Sometimes I succeed, sometimes I don't. So far, I have managed to not walk into the office barefoot (unintentionally), worn a tie most days, rarely left my fly unzipped, left my pager behind only a handful of times, and have never once actually left the driveway without my glasses on. Hopefully my cow-orkers will forgive me for the days when I have forgotten to brush my teeth, and the fish for those when I've forgotten to feed them.

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