This hasn't been one of my better days, or should I say month. Not going to be specific, but things keep piling up, such as work, issues, and personal disappointment... Under no circumstance can you call me a "happy camper", but not like I'm going to let this rule over me either. Right now I'm just the logs under the flame: it's obvious that I'm burning, but there's a chance I'll be knocked away from the bunch before oblivion strikes. Then again, I could carry fire with me and just set something else ablaze, like a bush, or even burn a happy camper. Either way, fate has its trump card ready when the time comes, I suppose...
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