Morning is cruel. I just can’t get into this day, which is odd because I love Friday. But today my eyes won’t open, my body creeks along stiffly and all I can imagine doing with any enthusiasm is going back to bed until I feel better.
Morning is cruel. I just can’t get into this day, which is odd because I love Friday. But today my eyes won’t open, my body creeks along stiffly and all I can imagine doing with any enthusiasm is going back to bed until I feel better.