It's craptastic outside.
I want to be at home under the covers with a certain canine. What did I do in a past life to warrant working full time? I think it's quite clear I used to be royalty... now I have to work ALLL the time and live in squalor in a building with crazy people that don't pay their association fees. I swear I hear rat noises from the dumpster the other night. It sounded like birds... but it wasn't. I spend my days plotting .....
It's gray, foggy, cold and blaaa. I might buy a lottery tix today.
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