It seems like it's all I ever do lately. Fight in court. Fight on the phone. Fight to get on the subway. Fight to make ends meet. Fight the slutty woman who tried to steal my friend's seat at the movie theater the other day (man did she lose that fight). Fight to get out of bed in the morning (not in the I'm-gonna-kill-myself way but more in the oh-my-god-I-can't-MOVE kind of way and would give anything to stay right here).
I hate to get all whiny and WHY ME and everything, especially when other people have to deal with tangible losses, whether it's getting shot by terrorists in five star hotels in India or having your wallet stolen by jerkoffs in Chicago, but.....wait, I'm just gonna stop here. Because I'm thinking I really should.
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