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i keep finding hair on me. like hairs attatched to my shirt, not me. this morning it took me half an hour to find one that i was feeling every time i moved my arm a certain way. i wanted to rip my shirt off and stomp around but i didn't i was in the gas station buying v8 juice because i was hung over because i wasn't expecting to have to open today because i didn't know that my employee needed off because her roommate's cousin committed suicide because...
i don't know because.
but that was exhausting. i'm going to go take a nap behind the register now.