Blog: Quit Mumbling

When I was a kid, I always hated mornings. I don't envy my mother, who went through the same routine of dragging me out of bed for the better part of my former years, or my brothers, who took to watering me like a dying plant (I once remember a Super Soaker) in the days we were shuffled off to school together, dependent on me, the weakest morning link. It reached a point, a phase I guess you could call it, when I'd go to bed in my clothes for the following day, hoping to catch all the zzz's I [...]