Well, at least now I know what a death rattle sounds like.
But that's in the past. In the present, I lack braces, have some pretty sweet calf muscles, but overall I still SUCK at this being alive and moving thing.
Why am I so lethargic and tired and DEAD by 6pm!?
Seriously, I'm looking after two children, not single-handedly digging up a mine.
The guy I work for (despite potentially being a wife-beating philandering cheating asshole, if Madam Bonkerz' claims are true) is not ONLY a heart surgeon, he also knows how to play the organ, fly real areoplanes, drive real boats and even make really fancy origami paper planes! How!
How do you, as a heart surgeon, have the time to develop and practice these skills, and spend time with your kids, and potentially 2-4 other women?
I CAN'T EVEN ANSWER ALL MY EMAILS.
It's now 8.20pm and I am going to try very hard to drink all my peppermint tea. Sometimes I'm too lazy to pick up the mug.
WHAT HAPPENED TO BEING RESPONSIBILITY CHAMPION?!
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