The warm weather and the long days are like an interveneous shot of antidepressants to my soul, empowring me to, once more, to head out to the barn and dig some holes and plant some posts and raise some beams, and yell at the chickens (will you guys SHHUUTTT UUPP!!!) (sound of me pulling my hair out) etc, untill at last the barn is complete and my life has reached its ultimate destiny and I can, with clear conciounce, hurl myself off a cliff.
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