Ever wish that time would just stand still while you recover from something, be it physical, emotional, mental, some of the above, all of the above?Shit, seems like today is national, no, local pick on Nikita day. Every possible deadline converges, everything that can possibly go wrong goes to hell in a dainty handbasket, every possible asshole within a 1 mile radius orients their festering, dingleberry-laden starfish in my general direction. Well a jolly afternoon to you too! ARGH!
I need a hug. Hell forget hugs, at the rate things are going, I'm going to need some serious sweet lovin'!
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Murphy? Oh, I'm familiar with that bastard.