For my fellow early birds who choose not to sleep before 1am

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If you’re like me, you’re probably reading this past midnight on a worknight. Go to sleep and stop gchatting.

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  1. Andi PlotskyJune 22, 2011 at 1:37 PM

    This time I'm reading it at 4:30 pm - but that's me in the photo as I usually look when reading your posts! lol!!

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  2. Helen SairanyJune 23, 2011 at 7:26 AM

    I <3 you Andi!

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