I wake up every Monday late. I hit the snooze button approximately eight times before I get my tired ass out of bed. It serves me right for going to sleep so late on Sundays.
But I do get out of bed, because I'm a grownup now and I have responsibilities. I have a job. The job pays the bills. The bills keep a roof over my head and food in my stomach.
So I quickly clean up and rush to my car. I drive faster than I should and I still get to work twenty minutes late. It is a good thing no one cares when I come in. That's the good news.
The bad news: It's another Monday.
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