This is how I feel when I'm craving junk food and I walk into WalMart.
This is how I feel when we have so many dirty dishes and my roommate reminds me we have a dishwasher.
This is how I feel when someone is playing a ukelele in my apartment at midnight when I'm trying to sleep.
This is how it feels at Goodwill on a Saturday at opening.
This is how I feel when I decide to go to bed early so I can wake up early to do homework and the next morning I remember an assignment was due at midnight.
This is how I feel when Americans try and solve national problems:
This is how I feel when I wake up on a Saturday and all my roommates are gone:
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