"Blessed be thy pocket eaters" -Jesus H. Christ (H is for Hot Pocket)
It's Thursday morning, you wake up late for work, you put rotten milk in your coffee, your dog shits on the rug, your anxiety monster is biting the back of your neck and you can't find your lucky stapler. It's not even 11:00 am.
While your world crumbles beneath your very feet, you...