D'Rats Play "Ain't It Awful" ...Again...
Everyone I know has had enough. Everyone I know is just about done. There is this threshold of happy deadened disgust, this point where the body simply resigns itself to the pain, a point where the disease, the poison has seeped so deeply into the bones that you just have to laugh and shrug it all off and go for a drink. Or 10.
These poor, poor babies! Quick--somebody start a walkathon or something...!