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Me: Goodnight.
Brain: Pssst.
Me: What?
Brain: What disease do you think we have?
— Inappropriate Charm (@LackOfShame) July 17, 2015
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Sorry. Can't. Sunday nights are when I focus my anxieties on several unpleasant hypothetical situations that could happen this week.
— Abby Heugel (@AbbyHasIssues) July 30, 2017