In seventh grade I tried to fit in by joining both the basketball and football teams, the latter of which I quit almost immediately. Couldn’t, for the life of me, figure out where to put all those goddamn pads and I finally drew the line at that cup thing. When I realized that it had to go in my underwear (or outside? Honestly, have no idea.), that was the end of that adventure.
Today I broke my streak. And I had a good one going. We’re not talking hours or days here, but weeks. Pretty epic really, maybe even a personal best but I’ll need to confirm that. What is this impressive streak, you ask? Weeks and weeks of groggy early morning anxiety and mental fatigue.
Why have I been feeling like ass in the morning?