- The year is 2392
- child: mommy i can't sleep
- mother: don't worry child. lay down as i sing you this ancient lullaby, passed on through my family for generations
- mother: PARTY ROCK IS IN THE HOUSE TONIGHT EVERYBODY JUST HAVE A GOOD TIME
I hate feeling like I’m the one who has to make the effort, even though technically I shouldn’t have to.
It’s even worse when that effort is wasted.
I am reallllllllllly starting to dislike you, and it’s a shame.