As the weekend comes to a close, the first signs of melancholy begin to seep in through the cracks.
But then I remember Sydney Sweeney exists in the same timeline as me, and the light is back in my life.
This is totally normal and healthy and every one of you do it as well, right?
If not that, you at least have a dedicated screen in each room to play her lewd videos on loop, I presume?