It's snowing outside, I much prefered the rain as I slept. Soon, I'll go to work, and deal with the young asses the I can't even begin to understand. Gods, when did I turn old enough to not understand eighteen year olds? When I get home, I will be moist from snow and sweat, my hands will be dirty and ache, my knees will scream of betrayal. On the bright side, I will look upon images that I have been away from for around 3 years, I guess that helps.
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