good muffin to you

This morning I was driven out of bed at 7:30 by Shawn's snoring.  I am perplexed by the fact that this man, who wakes up when the tap is dripping in the downstairs bathroom, can sleep through the sound of his own snores.  It makes no sense whatsoever.

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Sometimes I feel depressed when I consider the possibility that there really might be only six degrees of separation between me and any of one of the Baldwin brothers.  

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