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I'm so bored. Today's my first day back at the paper after the break, and it is no fun at all. I think I might try to be a waiter this summer, or maybe I could put out a CD. I love the nickel-plated stress of an endless workaholic nightmare. If I didn't have words, I don't know where I'd be, but introspection can only last until I explore my own deep end and I drown in my wet dreams. I want a camera.