Every adult alive has had a day that made them want to crawl under the covers and fall asleep until tomorrow.
It’s a basic requirement of adulthood. This terrible twenty-four hours appears at dawn like a damned fly, buzzing about and haunting your tired steps, and then, with a thankfully short-lived lifespan, dies out as you crash upon the sheets at night with a disgusted sigh. Tell me you haven’t had one of these days, and I’ll advise you to live just a little longer.
There is only one hope for you, should this day visit you– that it may come later in the week, and before the weekend.
Today was my bad day, and not only can I look forward to a quieter and pizza-filled Friday, but my weekend, cloaked in expansive mystery, is upon me, and it will be amazing.
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