
Fuck.
Shit.
It was one of those mornings where I woke up confused and disoriented…devoid of coordination, motor skills and rational thought.
I missed a step on the way down to the kitchen. I then proceeded to spill my coffee all over the counter.
I also over-sugared, and I’m sweet enough as it is.
Crap on a hockey stick.
The shower decided to play evil mind games with me, giving me two options: scalding hot or freezing cold. Lord knows I could usually use a cold shower, but that’s more a figurative thing.
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