Wish I was too dead to cry
My self-affliction fades
Stones to throw at my creator
Masochists to which I cater
You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds
--- Stone Sour, Bother
Kinda sums up last night and the way today has started ... Make lemon-aid right?
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