Ringing the changes

Some days I do so many bitty, little jobs and errands for Rihanna that I find it hard to get anything else done. But in a way, that's an excuse. I feel like my hopes are more neglected than our cheese plant and summoning enthusiasm about any sort of life plan is ever more difficult. If life is this stale and unprofitable at 49 heaven only knows what sort of entropy awaits in my senior days.

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