fuck me running
I feel like I haven’t slept in days. Without the courtesy of a reach-around or hug, stress is fucking me something fierce.
“Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville—mighty Casey has struck out”
"and the monkey flipped the switch"