You wake up and discover that it’s still 2019. Which has been a crazy year. And it’s getting crazier (and there is more in store, but later). “I couldn’t channel my inner Rip Van Winkle or even Kumbhakarna to save my sanity,” you sigh to yourself, just about saving your proud coiffure from a fit of situational trichotillomania. Then, just when you think some coffee is...
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