Or, no, more accurately, the day is a mountain that, for the good of everyone, needs to be climbed. The forces of good are making their ascent on a sheer cliff face with darned few handholds. As if the terrain wasn’t barrier enough, they’re getting in their own and each other’s way, competing for holds, objecting to each other’s technique, and refusing to rope together for mutual aid and safety. Meanwhile, the forces of bad have a brand-new toll road that goes all the way to the top, and an exclusive FastPass so they don’t even need correct change.

coffeeem: Some days.

Looks like you picked the wrong day to stop sniffing glue.

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