Burger fatigue has yet to set in. Writing fatigue however, is in full effect. When I’m not eating burgers, I’m at my job. I’d skip work but they pay me money, which allows me to buy more burgers. I’ll probably just take the week off next year.
8:22AM Alarm goes off again. Wake up in a fit of meat sweats. OMFG Did I really eat 3 burgers last night? Scroll through phone and see evidence of all 3 burger exploits. Ugh. Hit snooze and cry myself back to sleep...
