He would stay up late every night. When his alarm clock rang, the first thing he would say that he was late. He would rush to his office and he was late.
When his daughter came home, before even greeting her, he would say "you're late". She would wonder why she was always late when there were no hours had been set.
One day his death appeared at his door. He was late again, he thought. He left his life when he still had time to stay.And this time he definitely wasn't late. He was merely late before being late.
Monday, January 15, 2007
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After a long night with the wonderful click clock in my head, that #%&!#+* alarm never arrived with is famous symphony.
Later but not late, already in the office, i was stormed with some disgraceful news: The maestro of the 24hours Clock Alarm Symphony was found unconscious near my bed.
I feel sorry for him.
After this somber episode i realized that my click clock is nothing without the maestro and an epic final perfomance of technique and strenght...even if i'm late, even if you're late.
See you tomorrow maestro.
Hey Guga, you have a story there! Wishing you punctual days with your alarm clock!
Cheers,
Eda
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