Monday Mornings are the Worst, but at least you're here. Where you can wallow in despair and mediocrity. Where the sun is always shining bright, but only because it's reflecting off the bleakness of existence.
Or, you know, just scroll down and pretend you're doing something productive.
Bleak Hopes 2: More Monday Mornings, More DespairWhy is the coffee always so bad?
Why do I always forget my keys?
Why do I have to wear pants?
What is the point of anything?
Why am I here?
Is it too late to change the channel?