Poor, Poor, Pitiful Me

The Wife starting feeling poorly on Saturday. It was only a matter of time ...

Today was a sh*t day. I got to work by 7.30, and I did not have a minute's break until after 6.
The cold began to set in about 4.

For the way I am feeling tonight, I believe this is inspired. It was either this or the cheese grater.

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Well, I lay my head on the railroad track
Waitin’ on the double e
But the train don’t run through here no more
Poor, poor pitiful me!

Poor, poor pitiful me!
Poor, poor pitiful me!
Oh, these boys won’t let me be
Lord have mercy on me!
Woe, woe is me!