Good Days, Bad Days

I’m a happy guy, like 90% of the time.
See what I mean?

The other 10% of the time, I just woke up, and it’s either 7 am and I want to sleep more, or it’s 3 am and I want cookies/apple cake/donuts/cheese and Mama won’t let me have them.
Then it plays out kinda like this:

Okay, maybe 80% of the time, because things escalate quickly when I can’t open a bag or my water bottle or Bert takes up too much of the tooth-brushing stool.

Are you a morning person?
– Duke

p.s. I turned 3. I’m gonna do an interview and share it soon. Stay tuned.

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