Good Morning

I bet I know exactly how you're Saturday is going. And it goes like this:

You wake up on the north side of 10am. 

You're head is pounding, if not from alcohol then from post firework display. 

You slchlup into the kitchen and stare into the fridge, uncomprehendingly. You'll sit there for a minute feeling the cool breeze and not looking at anything in particular.

You'll go sit down because this last event was too much to handle for the moment. You stare.

Suddenly it's 5pm.

You eat something that's potentially edible.

Then go back to bed.

Happy fifth of July everyone!