After weeks of burning the candle at both ends you finally get a good night's sleep.

You wake up and either have a skin condition or a beard had grown and you didn't notice. All joints sound like a bowl of rice crispies when you move and you're seriously beginning to identify with Rip Van Winkle.

If Javascript were a cereal.
(Yes, I realize how cursed this is. Been learning to make images with chatgpt.)