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When I get cranky, I get cranky at others. When others are cranky, I get cranky at them. When everyone's cranky with their own issues, we get cranky at each other and some decapitations may ensue. But, when we're all cranky at the same person, thing, or an event, we can laugh it off together and actually enjoy being a bunch of cranky, immature grownups that we are.

I wake up in the morning with the need to know the time: my hand hunts for my phone, my eyes gasp for air, and four digits of visual data gets registered in my head. Although my memory insists that I must rise from my bed and head towards the bathroom, I instantly consider disobeying and suppress that thought for a moment with the back of my neck crying a rhythmic, acoustic pop. Here I realize that friction has begun.