tumbledry

Honestly

Paternal unit is in a bad mood currently. It just takes some minor infraction on the delicate balance of his all important day to send him spiraling into the depths of depression and lack of reason. Its sad how sophmoric habits and adolescent shortcomings stick can stick with a person forever. And its not just the lows that bother those who surround him. Its the highs that are so artificial and short-lived in contrast. Oh, and why would he have to derive satisfaction from his work all the time? His family means far less to him than his own personal accomplishements. What a ridiculous and unfortunate state of affairs. Its remotely like Harry Potter with that sorting hat. I desire to be far more of a man than he is.

God help me.

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