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So I just got up.

The sun is smiling (yes - smiling) and birds are capering around like they're cast in a Disney movie.
And I have to spend another day at work.
Le sigh.

I've often been accused of not wanting to work, as if I was some selfish cunt who didn't want to support our schools, hospitals and daily copy of MX. I don't think that's entirely true. Life without work saps energy, and I'm notmotivated enough to make it from home. Maybe I just don't want to work for faceless fucking corporations who steal souls. A call centre is death by degrees - of boredom.

There's a reason they pre-record everything. On the upside - I couldn't be bored if I was boring. Yay for me.