This morning, the morning of my last day of work after 6.5 years at a company of despair, and I can't get it together.
My morning ,in haiku:
Tiny mints, scattered
Teeth Brushed? Oops. Forgotten. Gross.
Spoiled milk in coffee.
I hope this afternoon goes better.
HAIKU! DYING, DYING, DYING! Should I write you an acrostic?
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