Stir crazy kids lead to crazy me. The irony of yelling at the kids to stop yelling is not lost on me. So I stopped. It wasn’t working anyway. They eventually figured it out.
What’s the point of creating? It’s all going to end up on a burning heap one day anyway. I might have to explore this line of thought more…
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