The Woman was curled up on the bed, sort of watching TV, and I thought that she looked a little sad. So I thought, what better way to make her happy than to sing for her?

So I did.

I sat in the middle of the bedroom floor and sang my little heart out.

First she sort of sits up and asks, "Are you all right?"

Well. Bite me.

But I kept singing, because, you know People are kind of worthless when they're sad.

Then she leaned over the bed and informed me the box was clean enough to use, if that's what I was complaining about.

She just didn't get it. So I sang louder.

Then she sat up and said "Enough!"

She has no appreciation of my talents, nor of my intent. But she did get off the bed, and it was nice and warm for me to lie upon to nap.

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