My name is Javier Ogaz.
All I know is that I know nothing.

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  Every day feels like Sunday morning. If I’ve gone to bed at a reasonable time the sun will be trickling in as I wake and my room will smell crisp and fresh. The inevitable body stretch commences and I can feel my limbs waking from their lumber-like sleep. My feet touch the cold tiled floor and any leftover haze clears from my mind. I don’t need an alarm anymore. My body’s become the clock. 

  22 Aug 2012