Who will love juggles if I go?
Who will make sure the dog gets groomed?
Who will make sure everyone is okay?
Who will finish the last 12 credits of my degree?
Who will participate in the economy?
I don’t go into public often… but I think I am the only conscious person left. I truly am a tortured jester. Only one wise to the faults of the kingdom.
They didn’t warn me about how concussions will make you even sleepier of a girl.
I follow the routine of a cat now. Sleep> eat> sleep> play a bit> sleep> eat> sleep