Augh.
Oh, Eru above, what did I ever do to deserve this? I always wash before meals and I never step on ants and, well, that war -- it's not my fault, my daughter never told me where to stab...
The Maia claim they are sympathetic to my plight, but they're NOT HELPING ME.
He is plotting to throw me in a mental institution again if he ever gets his lazy tail off the couch. I will not go. The funny men in white suits make me color with crayons and sit in circles and sing. NO ERU-BECURSED SINGING CIRCLES OR I WILL ADD TO MY PROSTHETIC LIMB COLLECTION, YA HEAR ME?
Yes. Fear my masochism. It saves my life time and again, that I might live another day in fear of dying from unpasteurized milk. And dirty hobbit feet.
Quiet day today. I drank chicken broth, which is processed but not with deceased carcasses of beautiful romping fowl, and learned how to grow my own soy bean garden. Soy beans are healthy and safe except they grow in dirt.
I can't find anything that doesn't grow in dirt, dammit.
The Maia claim they are sympathetic to my plight, but they're NOT HELPING ME.
He is plotting to throw me in a mental institution again if he ever gets his lazy tail off the couch. I will not go. The funny men in white suits make me color with crayons and sit in circles and sing. NO ERU-BECURSED SINGING CIRCLES OR I WILL ADD TO MY PROSTHETIC LIMB COLLECTION, YA HEAR ME?
Yes. Fear my masochism. It saves my life time and again, that I might live another day in fear of dying from unpasteurized milk. And dirty hobbit feet.
Quiet day today. I drank chicken broth, which is processed but not with deceased carcasses of beautiful romping fowl, and learned how to grow my own soy bean garden. Soy beans are healthy and safe except they grow in dirt.
I can't find anything that doesn't grow in dirt, dammit.