Every night, like clockwork, this fucking mouse decides to take laps around my fucking ceiling like it's training for the fucking Boston Marathon. Always in the middle of the fucking night too, mind you. It's 12:30 fucking am right now. Like damn, Mouse, why now? Why not midday when I'm not fucking trying to sleep? Please, Mouse, please. I ask you to get your exercise at a reasonable fucking hour, or just get the fuck out my house. It's springtime now anyhow, so you'll be fine outside.
Or just chill the fuck out.
But alas, it still makes its laps as I type........................................................
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