I am no fun to live with, really no fun. I mean, I wouldn't want to live with someone like me, forever moaning about this and that and always so bone tired, with a wonky digestion and picky appetite, to say nothing about those panic stations from time to time. Then there's all that self pity and what with spring and summer coming. I mean, we put last year on hold already. Don't tell me this never ends??
Rant over.
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