"March Madness Mayhem: A Tale of Survival"


Entry 135 Dog Tired

The first four days of March Madness have been a whirlwind of excitement, exhaustion, and endless entertainment. As a self-proclaimed basketball enthusiast, I've been glued to my screen, cheering on my favorite teams with my faithful furry companion by my side. But with great excitement comes great fatigue, and today's reality check – a looming work shift – has left me wondering how I'll survive the day.

*From Madness to Mayhem*

After a late night of watching basketball and hosting friends, I woke up feeling drained. My faithful companion, sensing my exhaustion, protested loudly as I prepared to leave for work. Despite the chaos, I managed to pack my lunch, gym bag, and car, all while wondering why I hadn't done it all the night before. Hindsight, as they say, is 20/20.

*A Much-Needed Gym Session*

Before heading to work, I squeezed in a gym session, which proved to be a lifesaver. The workout not only woke me up but also gave me a much-needed energy boost. After showering, shaving, and changing, I felt like a new person, ready to tackle the day.

*Back to Reality*

After finishing my shift, I headed home to spend some quality time with my dog. We played, fed, and relaxed together, enjoying each other's company after a long day. As we unwound, I couldn't help but wonder who was more tired – me or my faithful companion.

*Summary*

March Madness has taken its toll, but with a little creativity, determination, and furry companionship, I've managed to survive the first four days. From gym sessions to quality time with my dog, I've found ways to stay energized and motivated, even in the midst of chaos. Bring on the rest of the tournament!


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