Whining like a blogger

Everything is changing all over again. Suddenly I can't finish my current stack of books because I don't have the time! I didnt send an article to an anthology because I couldnt think! And I actually found clothes and shoes I like after a year of feeling like regurgitated owl food.  And it seems that I now have full-time employment. How did this happen? And all before I could watch the 22 Hitchcocks my generous demon master, the Internet, has showered on my squeaking head.

I want a song and I feel very let down by the lyrics of Bookshop Casanova. False hopes raised in my spinster heart, thou shall repine, thou Brit pop band.


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