...and Mondays are shite. I'm at the point where I'm hoping for a major catastrophe to happen so I could be concerned with something other than work. Phooey.
no,no dear. catastrophe's are bad. concern yourself with happy things like puppies and sea monkeys and, and, oh fuck i dont know what else. at least you get to leave in an hour and a half.
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midnight-fifteen? trying to be just like me, eh?