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I don’t know about y’all but I’ve worked, like, three straight days in a row now, and I’m pretty sure I’m still drunk functioning off of three percent brain power thanks to Labor Day Weekend.

There’s a little motto I go by when I need to remind myself that less is almost always better.

I woke up thinking today was an ordinary Monday where I’d wake up a few minutes too late, hate everyone around me go to work, and start immediately thinking about when I’d consume alcohol next.

Summer has barely started and I’m already calculating how much I've sabotaged my bank account with my swimsuit online shopping habit obsession.

There's something in the warmer air that makes it an acceptable excuse to drink more.

We all know that feeling.