Yes, so i do sound like a broken record, but this is the last time, i promise!

RJ dance. If only.

Compared to them, we are a bunch of baby turtles floundering in the sand, the condescending glare of the predators reducing us to a mere necessity devoid of soul and purpose. Oh the agony! Of knowing you could have been up there, had not hare-brained impulse and fate consigned you to this lesser existence!

I sound like a child being deprived of candy. I think I am losing my ability to remain impassive. Even towards the most trifling of trifles. Emotion is now anathema to me.