whine
My tea tastes gross and my porridge didn't turn out and while my porridge was busy not turning out it also boiled over while I was outside taking down the laundry before the rain starts and I had to wave at the fire alarm so the smoke from all the burnt milk didn't set it off and wake up my grandma and now I'm late for a meeting.
Sigh.
And I miss Daryl.
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