Mick and I went out yesterday – Easter Sunday – to buy groceries.
Alas, Maitland was a ghost town. Nothing open. Somehow I manage to forget this each year.
But seriously, why? Why the hell must everything close? What if we'd been starving? Where's your Christian love then, huh??
For three years running, Jesus Christ has fucked up my treatment schedule (twice for his birthday and now) and I'm sick of it – this mass delusion, this fairytale, controlling everyone's lives (and retail endeavours).
On the upside, you get this:
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