There are times in everybody's life I suppose where they wonder if the prospect of waking up every day to go somewhere they hate so that they can buy things that they don't need or in some cases even want is something to be so cheerful about.
What is the point of slogging through one more episode of Everybody Loves Raymond?
A man I used to know apparently shot himself recently. The next time my alarm clock goes off before I want it to, I am afraid I will think he might have had a decent idea.
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