It's 8:43PM. I've been at work for thirteen hours. Still not done. Nursing a Diet Coke. Fingering my pockets nervously for spare cigarettes. Listening to Built to Spill at volumes not intended for the workplace. These fucking florescent lights won't stop ringing. Had I a pellet gun....
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those lights don't sound too nice... try not to go mental.