I think I've got it.
Or figured it out.
My problem that is.
And I'm working on it.
And speaking in sentence fragments apparently! That's gotta stop. But if I have got things as together as I think I might have them, then I might be on the road to possible happiness. Sounds like a sure thing to me!
Now if only I could convince myself that I'm going to make a halfway-decent Ophelia, I'd really have my shit together. At least I'm coming off a tasty dinner. Oh, my lovely eggy-veggie dish! Hooray for my cooking skills! Bite me, Rachael Ray! (You cracked-out, giggling, acronym-using, artery-clogging wench of a chef!)
I'm off to be tragic.
Eggs, don't fail me now!
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