Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : Convoluted
Every 6 months, our bodies endure that unnecessary torture. I call Daylight Slavings Time. The fog in my cogs will continue for a month, as my brain struggles to accommodate. My better half… Continue reading
Every 6 months, our bodies endure that unnecessary torture. I call Daylight Slavings Time. The fog in my cogs will continue for a month, as my brain struggles to accommodate. My better half… Continue reading