Wow! What a productive day at work today. You woke up really saying, «9-to-5 is about to eat my dust!» You’ve sent like, what? TWO emails? Girlboissng hard, bestie. Good job. Now you’ve had your lunch and you’re sleepy. Sure, you still have to prepare for that meeting tomorrow, but that’s not until like 10:30am, you’ll have time in the morning to get that together. Now, it is time to doomscroll on the company’s dime. We’re allowed to say that here since it is our job to doomscroll, so we’re locked in. That being said, it’s 3:09pm and I am EXHAUSTED. I’m not even moving any part of my body expect my fingers to type, why am I so friggin’ tired? If someone were to ask me to do a math problem right now, I think I would break down and cry. I would probably do that even if I weren’t sleepy, but still. I’m the eepiest meme farmer you ever did see right now!