Thinking it was the dawn cracking but it was my bones uncurling after sleep and now I'm set at least for the day, coffee on the way, trousers freshly pressed, I may even get dressed, but I could easily nod off again and it's only Wednesday.
Jan 17, 2023
Jan 17, 2023 at 11:49 PM UTC
Thinking it was the dawn cracking but it was my bones uncurling after sleep and now I'm set at least for the day, coffee on the way, trousers freshly pressed, I may even get dressed, but I could easily nod off again and it's only Wednesday.
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