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The AM

Six in the AM is not my favourite time. It’s winter, it’s dark, it’s cold, and here I am in a crispy white shirt; raisin toast in one hand, coffee in the other, plinking at the keyboard. Woolworths has a lot to answer for already, but more than a year of 7:00AM starts has started to warp me somewhat — late-night drunken fridays have become rare, like some kind of precious metal, and I’ve started not missing them so much because I know that they make me feel like total shite at 6 the next morning, preparing for an 11 hour shift at Woolies.

Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.