Perhaps I'm too much of a believer in the Butterfly Effect, but I also figure small, meaningless alterations in hopes of wholesale changes can't hurt. I suppose it's no different than praying. Though, admittedly, I probably take too much stock in it all.
That said, every six months or so, I change the sound of my alarm clock, as if the new noise will somehow usher in a more exciting life. My new selection?
There's something equally comforting and absurd waking up to the sound of a duck quacking, but since Apple leaves no stone unturned when it comes to detail, I assume the quacking duck option was selected for a good reason. So, in the name of optimism, I will assume the duck is a clairvoyant with news of riches.
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Do you know my cousin Scrooge McDuck?
Yes, that guy.
That's you, baby |
I've had it for a few days now, and all its done is make me question the choice. I generally stare at the phone with one eye open and ponder it for a moment before I forget about it and stumble to the bathroom for the morning pee.
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| You're Welcome |
File this one under #DesperateAttemptsAtGainingControl
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