E.x.h.a.u.s.t.e.d.

I’m not one to easily give in to bitching and complaining.

Those who know me know that I am annoyingly cheery to the point of puking.  You know, the kind that always infuriatingly looking at the bright side of everything.

But HOLY FUCKING* FLYING SPAGHETTI MONSTER!

*The F-word was for Le Clown’s benefit

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