Today has been horrible. Terrible. Awful. Nothing has gone right. Murphy's Law has worked it's own proofs into every detail of the day. I ache. I'm tired. I'm sore. I feel like my body is trying to kill me. Everything I've tried to entertain myself with today has developed a malfunction, and my eyes are having trouble focusing
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I thought about writing you a song, but we were taught long ago that there's no reason to find a new way to say something that's already been said better, so I'll let Elton and Bernie take care of it, dearheart
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