You know those mornings when you wake up and feel like the universe has personally conspired to make your life difficult? Yeah, that was me today.

The fan above me was spinning like it had no care in the world, taunting me with its lazy rhythm. I had buried myself under my blanket like a squirrel hiding from winter. My alarm had gone off three times. And three times, I had hit snooze like a serial offender. At this point, even my phone was probably judging me.