While scanning through my e-mail, I was hit with something very powerful. My inbox is an archival storage area of all the ridiculous purchases I’ve made in my…
It’s 6:55 AM on a Saturday morning, the only day I can sleep in and for some reason my mind is hyped like a Jack Russell with a tennis ball. There will be no more sleeping going on. Also, thanks to new memory foam pillows I received for Christmas, I can’t even adequately suffocate