How’s your day going? Be creative. Answer either in a Shakespearian or King James Scriptural manner. I’ll start:
Whereupon I devoured a considerable helping of microwavable chimichangas at luncheon, I seem lacking in my ability to stave off those drooping lids which seek to shroud the limpid pools reflecting my very soul. Nap I must, or nod off at my workspace I shall.