How is it only Thursday?

More coffee. And more coffee.

Really need to step up the breakfast game again.

Fewer meetings make me happy.

She warns me that the food has no flavor, but I devour it anyway because I am just that hungry.

I’ve got to figure out how not to sit so much.

I tell him that I like these stories; these stories don’t bore me. I need the context.

It is a spider bite. More ointment. Bigger bandaids.

No one is doing their chores.

I need to do my taxes.