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After I hung up, I put on my jammies and went to sleep almost immediately. My sleep coma lasted until the alarm clock cut through my skull like an ice pick at seven a.m. Tired as I’d been the night before, I’d thought to open the drapes before tucking in. Good thing. Without some natural light in the morning, even the ice pick alarm could not have roused me. After a shower and some orange juice, I might feel almost human.
I found OJ and coffee in the lobby and wrote out my game plan while I waited for the sugar and caffeine to enter my bloodstream. As I fumbled with my map and witness list, I glared at the two Styrofoam cups. I wasn’t sure which was more watered down, the juice or the coffee, but neither was doing its job. I’d have to count on the sound of Mike’s rattling Jeep to keep
