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Kewl. Innit?

You know what? It took me 3 trams and two buses to get to work this morning. Accidents on the line, and the like. And this is Milan, not Rome.

And yet I managed to get to work on time. So, I've come to two conclusions:

1) I get up waaaay too early;
2) I really should find a way to start working from home.

DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

(John Donne)

How good it would be to believe in an afterlife. Wish I could.