It’s the end of the day and I don’t have anything to say. I have nothing clever to say, no clever quips, nothing worth writing about. I am burned out. I spent the last few hours getting drunk and playing volleyball and I’m completely drained. Life is hard. I know I shouldn’t complain, but I have nothing else to write about, so I will just bitch about how I’m too tired to write about anything. My only focus is not making any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors. So far, so goo. Damn, I almost had it.
Critically Rated at 5/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young
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