Every morning when my alarm goes off, I roll out of bed, dreading the idea of the workday and everything on my calendar and wanting nothing more than to sit on the toilet for a few hours and waste away the morning.
And then 30 seconds passes, and I remember that I love my life and love my job and can't wait to make breakfast and spend only a reasonable amount of time on the toilet. And this is the only real version of myself that matters, but why does morning brain Joe have to suck so much? How do I stop myself from eating the Lotus flowers while asleep and then having my subconscious self remain tied to this imaginary world after waking?
I guess I'm just not a morning person. Or at least not a first-minute-of-the-morning person.
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