My tolerance for the ridiculous abstract has come to an end, thus, my cup runneth over...
The things I have to worry about have yet to subside, thus, my cup runneth over...
Responsibility is a never ending list, thus, my cup runneth over...
My ability to function efficiently is decreasing at an exponential rate, thus, my cup runneth over...
In all of this, you understand, hopefully, that I am overwhelmed, and therefore cannot function further due to an excess of 100% stress on my soul.
What to do when your cup runneth over?
Drink or Spill it.
Start filling it up again.
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