urgh
i'm still in bed
i don't want to get up
i have a headache - legit and not caused by vino, thus exponentially worse
i have to go to work
i think i'm haemorrhaging cash every second of the livelong day
my room is cold and damp and a mess, and i'm paralysed to do anything about it
i'm having a bad hair day. again
i will be pushed to the outermost limits of my patience at work again. guaranteed
spiderbabies and/or mothbabies might hatch out of that thing on my chest
i will die old and alone with nobody to love me
is it teatime/hometime/bedtime yet? is it?
sigh
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