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My father and siblings: extreme night owls.

Every roommate I've ever had: night owls.

Most of my bosses: night owls.

My family now: night owls.

I'm starting to think that being a morning person makes you some kind of rare unicorn.

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I wrote a very philosophical short story late last night. Typed it out on my phone while holed up in the bathroom.

What exactly is going on with midnight me, and how can I access that stage during normal working hours?

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Precision angle measurement tool!

The long-lost companion to the caliper!

...wait.

(checks toolbox) Crap.

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Me: I listen to a lot of heavy metal.

People: Oh, that's why you're so angry all the time.

Me: No, you got that backwards.

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My sixth grade English teacher made derogatory comments about how some of her students used the "use your fingers to spell bed" trick to distinguish lowercase b/d.

It just popped into my head twenty years after the fact, and I had some thoughts:

1. "That would've been useful, except I had no clue I even had issues with letters."
2. "Sounds like those students had a good grip on this language issue and a really simple solution."
3. "Wait, a twelve-year-old still struggling with letters needs a dyslexia screening, why didn't she recommend them for screening?!"

Anyway my teachers were ableist garbage, more at ten.