Life came by my house. It said.

You mother fucker.

And I said, "No, YOU mother fucker."
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Anyways, I think I've sorted things out more or less. So I'm more or less okay, which means I'm ultimately fine. It's taken a lot of willpower, but I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. Ok Go's song "Get over It" is also great inspiration.

Makes you sick, makes you ill,
makes you cheat, slipping change from the till.
Had it up to the gills... makes you cry while
the milk still spills. Ain't it just a bitch What a pain...
Well it's all a crying shame. What
left to do but complain Better find someone to blame.

Game over. Load screen. New game. Time to kick ass. Take names.

Moving on!