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I set my alarm for 7.05 when I'm writing. This is not because I'll ever get anything done at 7.05, but because writing does something to my head that makes me believe I can, despite a) knowing I've been up until 1.30 writing anyway (see! see! I work! I do!), and b) knowing that I haven't been able to Do Mornings since I was eight.

To prove that my brain is not in a thinking stage at 7.05, here is what I did this morning:

- Woke up
- Got up, tripped over dog, went downstairs
- Got pair of socks out of dryer
- Went back upstairs
- Put socks under pillow
- Went back to sleep.

I do not know why.

People, don't set your alarm for 7.05. It makes you believe in the Sock Fairy.