Sometimes I feel like a hound dog, howling in pain, howling from deep within my soul, my soul full of nothing but agony, agony, agony.
Oh pain, oh pain, oh pain. It's never going to come. It was all a lie. Howl, howl, howl. I'm just going to cry until it comes, which means I'm going to cry forever, 'cause it's never coming, never, never, never, never, ever. Oh, how sad for me. Watch me wallow in misery and self-pity. Oh, poor pathetic me.
Don't worry. Drink your tea. You've got a half an hour. Don't worry. Don't rush. In the future, there will be no time left. There will be no tea and no humans to enjoy it. So, take advantage of your particular position in space-time, and enjoy your tea.