The [best] worst case of the Mondays.

My iPhone starts ringing and even when I open my eyes, it's as if they were closed. Needles drop on the ceiling. After peaking my foot out from the heated den I call my bed, even the normal temperature of my house feels too cold. Snooze. I roll over and try to savor the next … Continue reading The [best] worst case of the Mondays.

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