The several contractors that were hired out to fix my bathroom
are now currently singing nursery rhymes and Christmas carols as they work. These are grown men; one in his late thirties, one in his mid twenties, and some other soul that I haven’t seen. My mother is trying to do her homework in the other room and I can hear her laughing hysterically, albeit quietly so she doesn't embarrass them. I'm sort of concerned for these fellows and their mental states. They're now on "Baa Baa Black Sheep." Those of you that are familiar with me probably understand that I unfortunately just don't possess the sort of creative imagination to think shit like this up. I'm thinking this could make a good project for my psychopathology chapter. Maybe I should try to communicate with the three ape descendent creatures and see if they had rough childhoods. I’m seriously lost for an explanation right now.

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