Hi, everybody.  Wonderduck here, and I've gotta tell you, I'm not in the mood for fun and games.  Sometime Sunday I began to feel somewhat less than chipper, and by the time I finally went to bed I realized I was fully in the grasp of what Winston Churchill called "the black dog."  I slipped further and further during work today, to the point of very nearly screaming at the entire room to shut up, stop talking, nobody cares about what you want to say and for the love of all that's holy STOP SINGING!!!!!

But I didn't.  What's the point?  The talking will continue no matter what I say or do, no matter how much I complain.  So I slowly go deaf, turning my mp3 player up louder and louder.  At one point today, I very nearly began sobbing, simply because my claims had gone sour.  Frustration, and knowing that it's never-ending.

I know, shut up and blog.  Workin' on it.

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