It’s Friday. We tend to celebrate the end of the week. We feel that we get a small reprieve from stress, ridiculousness, and head-scratching moments. However, the weekend is fraught with it’s own issues. One being that come Sunday at 6pm we start dreading the next day’s morning […]
The world awaits. Sunday morning. Sundays, can for some, be a day where possibilities get forcasted and planned out. Drink your morning coffee and think through what you will do this day of supposed rest before the hustle starts back up again. What a rosy picture. And, again, […]
Growing up, I didn’t really look forward to Sundays. In an odd way, I still don’t. But for entirely different reasons. I’ll get to that in a bit as I tend to wander in and out of my stories. Not everything needs to be linear. Back to childhood […]
Dear Inconsiderate Powers That Be: After receiving what I consider to be substandard karmic customer service, I would like to escalate my complaint all the way up the powers-that-be management ladder. Have you ever had a Sunday morning where you got up with dread knowing full well that […]
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