Me: *furiously trying to edit this court opinion, upset about damage to our sun room from a recent horrible scary rainstorm, antsy in cubicle, bouncing leg like a damn kangaroo* I suffer.
Mom: I'm baking you some potatoes so you guys can have them when you get home from work.
Bast: I put away the Christmas tree all by myself so you wouldn't have to.
Me: I am loved and I can get through anything!!!
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