When I woke up, my hair was like this:
When I am done buzz-cutting it tomorrow night, it will look like this:
My thoughts require ventilation and fresh air.
Because right now, I’m thinking that if a work week exceeds the seven days of the Roman week, there should be a name for every additional day:
Day 8: Glumesday. This day is named in honor of Eeyore, the Patron Saint of Whiners everywhere.
Day 9: Yaunsday. Becauzzzzzzzzsnort it seems appropriate after a workday that runs til 3AM.
Day 10: Shavasday. This day is named after the “corpse pose” common to every Yoga discipline.