Wake up at 5:00 AM, stumble to the kitchen to start the coffee, only to find out that the cat has knocked over the whole bag of coffee beans. Again.
Drag yourself out of bed, put on the same worn-out clothes from the day before, and stumble to the bathroom to face the morning mirror. A reflection stares back, a mix of yesterday's sweat and last night's pizza stains.
After 20 minutes of soul-sucking scrolling through social media, you finally remember why you're here: the laundry, the bills, the impending doom of another long week.
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