The Queue: cheese o’clock?
I’ve been existing on christmas cookies and cheese for the past few days. Time has no meaning, everything is just me in my oversized sweatshirt, avoiding cleaning the house or being a responsible adult or even moving all that much. You know, the norm.
This is The Queue, our daily column where you ask us questions and yeah, yeah I’ll find my yoga mat in time for my futile new year’s resolution, don’t rush me.



