...you can take your late-for-work-and-upset-about-it morning musicboy, your i-looked-in-the-mirror-at-the-laundromat-and-looked-like-a-barge noontime teachergirl, your massive-midday-headache-and-scarfing-down-lunch-before-body-combat late afternoon teachergirl and musicboy respectively, and your continuing-backache-which-is-wearing-down-my-ability-to-do-anything-but-cry teachergirl...
...and, quite frankly, you can suck it.
(you may, however, leave the managed-to-make-it-through-body-combat-though-it's-been-two-weeks strength and the made-up-a-pasta-salad-recipe-by-substituting-stuff-and-throwing-it-together creativity, though. that would be fine.)
the end.
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