Where is the coffee and why can’t I find socks?

If I remember correctly, I woke up today yelling at Lance and crying about something. Whoops. Mornings aren’t my best or worst times… They’re just there– existent, semi-painful, fresh and inspiring, awful and exhausting. I normally pick up quick, though, once I’m finally out of bed. But not today. No, no, today was the last … Read more

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