Anything but a murloc.
That's the thought that just went through my 43 year old mind.
All the screams, pouring into the void. It's really hard to balance out the laughter of children, pesky little selfish buggers. I guess that's only if life is a zero sum game... but there always seems to be an opposite lurking around a corner.
Smile, sleep will come. Tomorrow is usually the same as yesterday, but you mostly only have to do them one day at a time. Ever since you woke up before you went to sleep for the first time.
A dissertation is a really long spelling that will get you permission to put letters being your name.
Live, learn.
What are the people that don't TV or internet doing?
What's the flavor of that sort of life.
Nothing but murlocs. That's what this kind tastes like.
