I watch the news and look at the ijits all around me and I think, "Life is too short for this nonsense." And it is. It's all a bunch of noise and we have to go to sleep with it and wake up with it and fall to our knees and thank Fate or Heaven that we can go to a job with it, every damn day until we're too old to do it any more, at which point there's no distraction from the din at all.
And for the life of me, I don't know why.
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