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I began to write this blog entry at 3:00 pm. As a result of my sleep debt, my body fought me into a nap. Don't worry: I set the alarm for 20 minutes.

2 hours and 5 snoozes later, I wake up and drink a Frappuccino. This doesn't actually contain a sufficient amount of coffee, but it was the closest thing I could find without leaving my room. I always wake up thirsty from naps. You know the feeling: dry, groggy, bad taste.

I had originally intended to write about today's T-shirt catastrophe.

First, I must advise that wearing T-shirts during December is losing its appeal. If someone would like to buy me a sweater for the holidays, there is a sale at Macy's.

This T-shirt that I wore was an American Eagle Inside-Out classic. Hence, it is made to look as if the foreign cleaning lady has inversed your clothing mistaking a backward S for the russian letter klobf.

The makers of the T-shirt must have felt like trendsetters until people began staring at them and wondering:

Is your T-shirt inside-out?

Is your cleaning lady from Klakaowrwstan?

Did you wake blindfolded?

Thank you, American Eagle, for making my upper body a sight for perfectionists.