Well that didn’t go as planned.
I thought we were taller.
I certainly thought, apparently, that I was going to get up much later than I actually did. Morning comes early these days. This level of properly earned regrets are immune to the curative influence of Tylenol, or paracetamol if you’re trying to sound posh. This may require returning to the scene of the crime.
My plan was to devise a cool and interesting Bloody Mary recipe you could whip out to the astonishment of your friends (twiss) but that idea died the moment the alarm (which was way too damn loud, by the way) went live.