Until there is someone here to listen to my complaints, which have consisted of.

"Uggggghhhhh! My uterus!"

"Pain! My moaning stems from pain"

"Why are there no hot-fucking-dogs? I want relish!"

The dogs don't seem to give a fuck, so I have disowned them. And excommunicated them, so now they are fucked. That's what they get for not making me more coffee. But I do have dark chocolate with almonds, so I suppose I can find the will to live.