Must ... not ... kill ... the boys.
Whining ... whining ... whining.
Times two ... brainless ... useless ... senseless ... dogs.
One Leeloo remains sane and sweet. She is my saving grace.
Heaven preserve me from testosterone.
Only ... three, maybe ... four ... days left of this insanity.
Boys separated ... so many hormones cause curled lips and possessive posturing.
Lack of sleep ... making me loopy ... is there an end ...?
Where is the end ...?
Let it end soon ... please .. soon ... soon ... please.
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