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Wow, work today's been a real bitch! I keep getting these phone calls from patrons that I swear, having never used a fucking computer before! Well shit, it's not even that... they just don't take the time to fucking read! I need to get our site development staff to whip up a fucking electronic hand for these people to hold through a seemingly simplistic process! Geez! I don't mean to insult anybody's intelligence... but I will. Fuckers. How did these people even get into college? Maybe I'm in such a bitchy mood because I'm getting a cold. A COLD! It's fucking May! Fuck! I think it was the douche bag sitting next to me in the theatre during Star Wars III... he was phlegmin' it up real nice... kept yacking up lungers the whole movie - barforama. Pfffft... catching a cold... a pretty lame tradeoff for getting to see a shitty movie. Well, at least that money-grubbing whore will shut the hell up for a while now that the final episode has taken its collosal shit on society. I think I need a nap. Or a punch in the face. Or both. Or this.