I was hoping a good night’s sleep would set me back up again, but I still feel lower than a mole’s basement. I can’t say lower than whaleshit any more because apparently that stuff floats. Oh science, how you wreck my poetic licence.
I was hoping a good night’s sleep would set me back up again, but I still feel lower than a mole’s basement. I can’t say lower than whaleshit any more because apparently that stuff floats. Oh science, how you wreck my poetic licence.