On the Bed of Infinte Sadness.

What cheers me up is that they really don't care that there are no sheets or pillows; as long as I'm here with them, all is right with the world. (And my my reply to anyone who would suggest that statement is reciprocally true is... La la la, I've got my fingers in my ears, I can't hear you, la la la!) I guess that's the point; this while, like anything, like everything, is only temporary. And I can handle anything, for a (little) while.

Spero meliora, indeed.

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