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He wakes up. How many things will go wrong today, he wonders. He finds out during the day. It is a number of things. He thinks that he is witty in most of his exchanges but as he falls asleep having sent a picture of his genitals to someone via his cell phone, an act which he is already starting to regret, all he can remember is the glazed look that most of his witty exchanges were met with.