Navigated the minefield of your displeasure
almost successfully, only on two occasions
you told me to shut up, to stop commenting;
you're sheltered happily in your programme
Going Live - and say, stop irritating me with
comments inapplicable to the Dramatic
Situation Unfolding; - I realise the only thing
I can do is let you revel in your own misery,
you enjoy being a martyr to excellence that
you own far too much of - & now it's raining;
I'll take your word for it you say, & suddenly
you're successfully Going Live
Another thing I have no way of appreciating
except your joy at it happening - little me is
sitting here hoping I might get good results
from a moon boot sonar scan tomorrow -
but its irrelevant as it doesn't directly mean
financial advantage…
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