(or earlier, let’s be honest)

Day three of the new job and I still wake up before the alarm. I anticipate it. I don’t want to wake the girlfriend or the poodle curled into a cinnamon roll at her knees. This won’t last. It can’t last.

On the plus side, nights on the couch with a glass of wine feel much more valid:

That poodle loves her some salad.

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