The rebel in me loved this “time off” and had no desire to work out the kinks. Essentially I went on strike or, more accurately, I chose to be unconscious. The responsible, cooperative part of me could only handle it for so long and yesterday shouted, “enough already, I can’t breathe. Do something PLEASE!”
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