Fueled by sarcasm, I tackle each day with the kind of enthusiasm you’d expect from someone who just discovered they have to clean the entire house with a toothbrush. My morning routine involves a rigorous process of pretending I’m excited about Monday while secretly plotting how to avoid all human contact until Friday. I find joy in the little things, like when my coffee machine decides to “take a break” and I get to experience the thrill of caffeine withdrawal while pretending I’m fine with it.