Now I know why my dad used to wake up at 4AM and just sit at the kitchen table for an hour.

It really is Monday every 15 minutes.

I modeled my morning routine on the humble rooster. Wake up, scream, wander around.

Doing some skin care routine but my skin doesn’t care.

I can’t believe I forgot to go to the gym today. That’s like 7 years in a row now.

There’s nothing more satisfying than the little nap you have after hitting snooze on your alarm.

Ah coffee. The sweet balm by which we shall accomplish today’s tasks.

My life is a constant cycle of waiting for the weekend.

The best thing about living with my parents is being woken up four minutes before my alarm to be told my alarm is about to go off.

I always say “morning” instead of “good morning”, because if it was a good morning, I’d still be asleep.

This going into the office stuff blows. Like, I seriously have to wear clothes now.

Remember when we were young we wanted to stay up for New Year’s? Now we’re old and cursing because we’re staying up past 9:30 and our entire sleep routine is disturbed.

Drink coffee, avoid idiots, read books and repeat.

It’s time I admit something: Sometimes, when I say good night, I don’t actually go to bed right away.

Out of all my body parts, I’m sure my eyes are in the best shape. I do at least 463 eye rolls a day.

Life is just a vicious cycle of needing to go to the grocery store.

I don’t wanna be dramatic but the work week continuously restarting is literally ruining my life.

I like to begin every day by looking forward to the end of the day.

Who you are before you have your coffee is the real you.

Another Monday that no one asked for.

Adulthood is saying “but after this week things will slow down a bit” over and over until you die.

Oh good. Another day.

An apple a day may keep the doctor away, but some silly a day keeps the boredom at bay.

Instead of saying “Good morning,” my wife and I go straight into explanations of how badly we each slept.

I start off my mornings with coffee and low expectations.

I love routine. Until I’m bored, then I love excitement. Until I’m overwhelmed, then I love routine.

Not again. I mean good morning.

Washing your face and water going down your elbow is so sickening.

Closing down one work tab every day until Christmas like a reverse advent calendar.

My self-care routine is mostly just going to Mexican restaurants.