Morning has broken, and so has your will to deal with the universe’s shenanigans. You roll out of bed with the grace of a sleep-deprived giraffe, only to realize that your to-do list looks like it was written by a caffeinated squirrel. Each item is a thrilling adventure in its own right, from “find the missing sock” to “navigate the maze of paperwork.” So, let the day’s delightful absurdity begin, and remember: the real challenge isn’t just surviving the morning—it’s doing so with a smile that says, Good morning fuckers! Let the bullshit begin!