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So. some of you may have noticed that I'm sort of eager to finally be a manager. After many (many) delays, my training was supposed to finally start today, at 8 am.

My phone died.

My phone is my alarm.

Now I want to die.


Also, we talked about New Guinea in my art history class. I fucking hate that place. We basically just talked about what dicks people there were. Y'know, with the head-hunting and shit.