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I blame Cosmo for the existence of a universe to even be at stake.
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I blame Cosmo that I'm not eating steak frites right now.
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Cosmo...stop it. I can't go into details right now, but you know what you've done.
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Augh, Cosmo! My preferred vendors for sating my tiny plastic crack addiction have recently become quite unreliable, with random preauthorization charges that appear & then drop off my card (messing up the balance for other purchases/bills), and items I preordered on day one going straight to backorder without ever shipping (or me being notified). Now I have to scramble to locate & lock down a few items that are sold out nearly everywhere else, which when that fails, means I have to scrounge up the extra cash to get them at scalper prices.
And that's the stuff keeping me (marginally) sane and distracted from the actual issues worrying me (Dad's health, the overheating truck I drive, my own broken vehicle that I can't drive, expenses increasing with no increase in income, etc).
I know you can't help all the misfortune -- it's just your nature -- but remember it's a marathon, not a sprint; you need to pace yourself doling out the misery. I've still got decades ahead to suffer.
Um. Unless you're saying I don't have decades ahead of me.