Ugh… why do the mornings nowadays feel as if I’ve come back to life from the dead? After eight hours of slumber, I feel as if I’ve been awake all night. My eyelids refuse to open completely and I’m strongly tempted to daydream of winning the lottery and spending the rest of my days alone, unbothered, in front of a super-stuffed chair and with good cable TV. I’d order food to be delivered to my door and watch my weight increase, my brain cells die and my life slowly become meaningless. Ahhh… that’s the life!
I think I’m not drinking enough water or something.