"Is there a limit to how much living I can live with my life? How will I know if I've gone too far? And why did I spend my life savings on sunglasses for a whale? I shall find the answers... to these questions."
That one day after Monday in which you get up from bed thinking, y'know what, today's not gonna be bad. Today will be a good day. Today, I will be productive. Monday is over. My heart will go on. There aren't that many days of the week left. It's almost the weekend. I can do this. I can get up, and smile, and laugh, and joke, and cry if need be. I can live my life the way I want, because goodness knows I am strong. I will fight on. No one can stop me from doing what I do, and going where I go. It's Tuesday, people.
Happy Tuesday, you crazy baboons.
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Stolen right off @Tuesday's wall with not a spot of shame.
My room is an insane asylum, and I am the patient.
Beware of Dog signs are overrated. Beware of Writer.
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