The men in the house are starting to complain as I begin to rehearse the choir songs, attempting to hit those high notes. Tonight I can sing the roof off because they have gone out for a game night. Now I think I've sung myself out. I've written a new song and look forward to it becoming an international hit so I can sit in my rocking chair and rake in the royalties.
Today I ate the ultimate PMS lunch: gouda cheese and liver paté eaten off BBQ flavour Hard Bite potato chips followed by a pumpkin spice chocolate s'more.
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