Today is frustrating. Today is a four hour speech on why I should quit my job, load everything into my car and drive for the coast. Today is everything that's important to me getting ignored, and everything that is base and shallow and pointless demanding minute by slow fucking minute. It's a whole lot like fucking crazy.
So. Things have been better. But hey, they've been worse.
So. Things have been better. But hey, they've been worse.
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At this very moment, I'm imagining what Guinness and honey popsicles would taste like. I have a thing for popsicles.