Ever have one of those days when you just can't drag yourself out of bed?
You peak your head out hoping that fresh air and daylight will imbue you with the energy that a few fitful hours of so-called rest have not, but to no avail.
You slap the crap out of your alarm clock for its audacity and unmitigated gall. No one is going to tell YOU to get up when you are so clearly unready.
But you get up anyway and try to go about your day, because you're grown now and there are no time-outs in the adult world, even if you really need one.
Still, as you hike up your big-girl panties and chin up to the day, a murky pall hangs over you; the remembrance that yesterday started just the same way, and isn't that proof enough that you really ought to have stayed in bed in the first place?
The moral of our story: Vacation cannot come soon enough.
(Photos by Patrick, Whiny Crackpotting by Lindsay)


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