Dr Capybara: he really couldn't care less
I hear your snivelling from over here in my cosy straw lined nest, punks and your feeble squeaks have disturbed my nap. 'Where is the Waffle? She usually posts every day!'.
I don't have time for your puny anxieties, right now. They make a tinny ringing noise in my ears. She is in my Panama City clinic where I am practising a new form of experimental treatment for pathetic whiny punks that harnesses the healing power of kicks in the shins. On this regime I am confident that I will see improvement by tomorrow. As long as the cheque clears.
In the meantime, you may place your feeble problems in the comments box where I will ruminate on them, then spit them out like a particularly tough pampas grass stalk. Now what are you waiting for? Get out of my sight, go on, scram.