Why yes, I think I will have another. I find myself eating a lot of desserts. I find myself worrying. I find myself crying. I find myself screaming. I find myself trowing. I find myself.

There is not enough dessert in the world.

I am frustrated that another whom has no basis for my reality determines what they believe I should be able to afford.

What right is it of theirs?

What right is still my right?

What right was ever my right?

Yes sir, May I have another!

F That!

I can't handle the stress anymore. I am ready for my financial situation to be comfortable.