Laughter is indeed the best medicine.
I’m tired. The kind of tired where you sit blurry eyed at the breakfast table, slumped over your every day bowl of tasteless cereal. Chewing your food, seems to be a task too demanding, too strenuous. All you want to do is loose yourself to the comfort of your warm, cozy bed but you just can’t, so you stare at the unappealing bowl overflowing with milk that just feels too white , and then your head lolls forward, randomly sticking in the air for a moment and , before you know, it lands heavily into the bowl, splattering milk all over your hopes. How cruel is that? Can’t a woman, even sleep off her stress.
I guess no. Just when I thought my day couldn’t get worse, it actually got better. You know that feeling when someone cracks a good joke and though you just want to shun them off…
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