It's been a month since I sang the
Woe Is Me Aria, and nothing has changed.
I don't care about gardening. The plants are wilting. W'ever.
I don't care about baking. Too much bother. Let me repeat. Baking is too much bother.
I don't care about beer. It all tastes the same. Partly because it is all the same, because I've been drinking the same
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