I’m jaded; I hate it.

The potatoes were cold at breakfast, I suspect the cheese was cooked in its wrapper, and there’s no milk for my tea. It’s touch and go whether or I’m going to stab myself in the eye or stab somebody else in the hand with a fork. Really, very touch-and-go.

Thanks to everyone who’s taken the time to comment to my HP/SV/LOTRips over the last few days. I appreciate it greatly and will respond as soon as I’m not plotting heinous crimes.

By way of thanks:

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