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.