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Please me? Sure. Just give me one day where my alarm clock doesn't sound like it's personally offended by my existence.
Please me by making my to-do list magically shorter instead of multiplying like rabbits every time I blink.
Please me with coworkers who send one email instead of twelve follow-ups, each starting with "Just circling back..." (I'm starting to feel like I'm in a hamster wheel.)
Please me with self-cleaning dishes. Or better yet, a self-cleaning life.
Honestly, if the universe wants to please me, it could start by canceling Mondays altogether. Replace them with "Pre-Tuesday"—a day where nobody expects anything from anyone.
