Luann by Greg Evans and Karen Evans for January 23, 1989
Transcript:
A poem by Luann: It seems to me that waking up is such an awful way to have to start the morning every single day. my brain is in a groggy haze my mood is mean and grumpy my hair's a mess and so's my face from head to toe I'm frumpy! I simply cannot function when morning comes so soon! I wish that I could stay in bed and start my day at noon!
Me too, Luann. Mornings suck.