I'm still standing, but this news makes me think I should sit down and fan myself.

In Spain when they dubbed it they changed it to him being from Germany.

You see, I speak Eng-lesh well, I learned it from a boo-ok. Hell-lo

Son?

Not holding my breath, but thanks kindly.

I guess?

I can never tell what I'll feel like from one day to the next. I'm also a bad cook.

Don't see how. I'm woefully underqualified, more niche qualified, and inexperienced.

Oh that passed.

My coworker speaks in bloody internet memes. She said derp, derp the other day to me in a work conversation and I wanted to strangle her.

Yeppers. The only pool or gym pool near me is 75 smackers a year, and it's so crowded.

I'm worse than that. I just tend to get all out of control and people find it awful.

I could never be that adventurous anymore. I'm so buttoned down in how I dress.

I don't get why fruit and veges are always more here than anyplace else.

This week is hell. I just got done crying. I should go.

Really nothing. I have to do an activity that's fun and distracting to keep it up.
Swimming would be ideal, but finding a place to do it is impossible.

It's feet and wet socks here. Smells like a gym locker.

I'm guessing actually finding the ingredients would be a battle itself.

I feel over-qualified for this sub-thread being British.

How long you got?