No, I don’t mean the kind of hangovers where you drink too much and have a headache the next day. I mean the kind where you have an extended holiday weekend and come back not knowing what day or month it is.

At least there’s coffee.

Even if it means mild confusion, I’ll take the extra day in the weekend. I don’t mind only working four days this week. But I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that it’s JUNE.

Where did May go? Or April? It feels a bit like we just started this year and now it’s almost halfway over.

I remember when I was a kid that those two or three months before summer break went by soooooo sloooooooowly. Sometimes, I didn’t think summer would ever come.

Now, I sneeze and a week goes by. I close my eyes for a bit and it’s already the next month. Time flying by is not as much fun as I thought it would be when I was little. Had I known how overrated and boring being an adult is most of the time, I wouldn’t have hurried so much through my childhood.

But at least there’s coffee.