6 AM Monday. Dreading whatever fresh hell awaits this week. Cranky, definitely getting a cold. Barely awake. Husband starts blasting this song that is now stuck in my head for all eternity.
6 AM Monday. Dreading whatever fresh hell awaits this week. Cranky, definitely getting a cold. Barely awake. Husband starts blasting this song that is now stuck in my head for all eternity.
The soundtrack to the American dystopia.