Credit: Photoholgic
There’s a pretty particular kind of exhaustion that hits me the first week of January. It’s not quite burnout. It's more like, my body is a snow globe someone shook aggressively for a month and then set down. The decorations are still half-up, and suddenly I'm left with the quiet realization that you haven't eaten a vegetable since D…
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