I woke up this morning under the false pretense that all lambs were created equal. I had the outlandish expectation that lambs have lamb faces, and say “BAAAAA!” and do lamb things. Not a few of them. Not the majority of them. ALL OF THEM. Now my whole fucking world has been turned on its head. How do I continue living my life and going about my daily responsibilities knowing this thing exists? How am I supposed do my laundry or file my taxes knowing there was a lamb that was born in Southwest Russia that has the same face as that girl I took home from the bar last week?
Because I’m having trouble seeing the light at the end of the tunnel on this one. The only thing I see is the night light I just plugged into my bedroom wall so I have a fighter’s chance at getting some sleep tonight. And if I have trouble sleeping, I’ll just count sh….sharks. Sharks.