All morning/early afternoon, my neighborhood's been deafened by the sound of crying babies. And when I say "crying babies," I mean the kind of crying that sounds like high-pitched cat's screeches accomplished when they're getting raped by an elephant while standing on sheet metal that's been heated up to 100 degrees and covered in a thin layer of sulfuric acid.
Or maybe my hearing is a little sensitive today.
Okay, I need to shower and strap on some kevlar for the walk to my Intake Evaluation at the new place.
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