This morning can be marked down as one of “those” mornings. You know the ones. When you wake up and stumble into the bathroom in the dark, only to accidentally shoot soap magically from the dispenser directly into your eye.
Good morning, Mads. It’s time to rinse your eye out for 15 minutes.
The burning is still present an hour later, but it’s made better by the fact that the garbage disposal is backed up from overzealous potato peeling the night before.
Good morning, Mads. It’s time to stick your hand into festering water that stinks of butt.
Good morning, World. I got the message. I’m awake now, thanks.