My mood is dire and I have a borderline imbecile trying to turn every unwell man in the place against me.

I would give my mood a two out of ten, and I fail to see how I can go flatting when my readers out of the question due to my injuries.

A place must be found for me and Tazz must be kept out of things as he purposely sabotages my interviews then laughing my face when I am declined.

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