I can't talk, I just can't.
They're getting married and as soon as they do I'm going to have to deal with a new team of "authority." Not what I feel like dealing with right now. Or ever. Only 1 1/2 more years.
And that isn't even my real problem.
I feel ******** fantastic.
Or so I'd like to say. I've passed the adjective horrible. I feel atrocious. Someone kill me now, shoot me in the head, I always have to have a disclaimer that says, no, this isn't an invitation but.
KILL ME.
I'm so glad Hilary's the only one who reads this...
otherwise I'd have a few more issues which I can't handle right now. If it weren't so cold...maybe...on the contrary, maybe I can use that...
Damn. And I just regained feeling in my big toe.
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