Tomorrow isn’t promised, we need to flirt today.

I already want to come home from work tomorrow.

I haven’t even gone to bed yet and I already can’t wait to get home from work tomorrow.

If you say “awesome sauce” on a first date, you’ll still have that lucky condom in your wallet tomorrow.

Tomorrow isn’t promised, so make sure you tell bad people they’re bad.

That was a nice hour long Twitter scroll. Feel much worse as always. See you guys tomorrow.

I was so excited thinking tomorrow was Friday only to find out it is definitely not Friday.

One day I will start learning from my mistakes. Today is not that day. Tomorrow isn’t looking so good either.

My New Year’s resolution is to procrastinate. I’Il start tomorrow.

9am: anything is possible. 2pm: maybe tomorrow.

According to my chocolate advent calendar, tomorrow is Christmas.

Whispering to paramedic before I pass out: save me, but not enough that I have to go to work tomorrow.

I’m already sick of tomorrow.

Tomorrow isn’t promised, so eat that cake today.

I told myself I’d behave today. Then I saw my reflection and thought, maybe tomorrow.

My husband said we need to start exercising and get into shape, so I’m going to wake up early tomorrow and start looking for a new husband.

November should have one more day. Just because to me November 31st sounds real. And also I don’t want to pay rent tomorrow.

That was the last cup of coffee in my life. From tomorrow I’ll be drinking straight from the pot.

I can’t believe someone ran over my neighbors loud motorcycle tomorrow morning.

I’ve just told my doctor I have all the Monkey Pox symptoms. He asked me to swing by tomorrow.