Land of the free to do whatever the Epstein overlords say, whatever money says.

I’m beginning to feel left out. Also, should I be worried that in my head I spoke to my hypothetical cat in the cases you described?

Yes.

Thanks to the internet, I can vicariously feel the joys (and pains and annoyances) of having pets.

I’m developing an allergy to being

One of my “friends” explicitly told me that they hated talking to me, and yet they kept doing it until I mangled the relationship. Or maybe it magled itself or was always.

I mean, you can always recycle and repurpose. Nothing has to go to waste.

That’s so much me that I’ve been questioning some things.