Let us all pray... Oh, Saint Skull Archangel, with your abyssal gaze and suspiciously yellow aura, you who wear a halo more like a celestial donut and flap your scribbled wings above our disorder, we implore your holy, chaotic, and urgently needed intervention: deliver us, Lord, from the slow Wi-Fi that separates us from the world, from the charger lost in the depths of the sofa, and from the existential panic that strikes us at the sight of the fateful 1% battery. Grant us, by the full grace of Our Lady of the Skull, protection from spoilers that ruin all joy and from video calls with the microphone accidentally on while we criticize others; make my outfit today look intentionally vintage and not like I spent the night rolling down the street. I beg you, if I have to go to the gym, give me enough strength to actually exercise and not just head straight to the cafeteria, and above all, Archangel of the Skull, help me remember where the heck I put my keys and avoid any awkward social interactions that require more than three sentences. Amen, and may the full grace of Our Lady of the Skull reach us before the endless scrolling consumes us completely. So be it. Note: Three Our Fathers of the Skull and three Hail Marys of the Skull to finish.