If it weren't for a sliver of some vestigial Christian work ethic I might just sit here and starve. On the other hand, without some fear of the shame of sloth I might overdose on egg nog or key lime pie and die. Maybe it's the equilibrium of stumbling down that path between the two that keeps me a barely productive member of society.
I can read your future but not until tomorrow.
I'm taking bets on final gasps. U.S.A. or rock'n'roll?
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