The sufferings that fate inflicts on us should be borne with patience, what enemies inflict with manly courage.
–Thucydides
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I waked up. It was a work day. I texted with my dear friends. I dragged the self out of bed. I evacuated the Pitt Bull. The Nunu washed our giant salad bowl and tongs so I could put the salad I prepared for our work pot-luck in it. She also did her signature industrial-strength Saran Wrap Job on the dish so that not one iota of dust or car smeg could contaminate the fresh deliciousness. I got to work. Good stuff. We feasted. There was cheesy beefy noodles and chicken pineapple stew and all sorts of delicacies. I did the work things. There was much tapping on the ‘puter and yapping on the phone and clicking of the mouse on the Internetz. The work things got done. Yupyupyup. After work I saw the Peanut and Lubby and we were very happy.
Prophecy of Doom 