Morning comes early up in Chez MizFit. It typically unfolds like this: MizFit cracks an eyeball and searches ceiling for projection clock only to be reminded she's frigging blind as a bat now. Time on ceiling appears to look like a drawing of a fish. MizFit, even in her haze, is cognizant this is not a time and proceeds to try and pull a Costanza and squint herself to 20/20. Time ... Continue Reading