Brain screaming "NOT THIS DAMMIT" without providing even a glimmer of what would be tolerable? Check.
One near-death, one death, and a semi-significant number for tomorrow's birthday? Check.
One continual urge to just grab spouse and kids and a handful of posessions and make for the sunset, or at least a cheaper and less densely populated place I have never been to before? Check.
Ever-increasing amounts of hair dye required to distract me from all of the above? Check.
Fie, I say.
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