Than listening to today's Democracy Now! or it may only be that people trying to recover from food poisoning should NOT have gone here.
I ate another stale scone... warmed... with an itsy bit of butter. It gave me a stomach ache.
And so maybe it's just the wretchedness of this condition, or maybe it's the wretchedness of OUR condition, but this is fucking apocalyptically wretched any way I try to slice it.