i hate when i dream horrible dreams all night and then they carry over into my memory during the waking hours. they ruin my day.

i have to go to work soon. i'm not in the mood. i'll probably see how many smoke breaks i can fit into 4 hours.

when the boss man with the swoopy hair comes in, i leave. yesterday he came in and i was doing the thing where i sit hunkered down in my swirly chair and i swirl around in said swirly chair. i do this while the internet loads. the internet is slow there. i was looking for an extra job. i'm going to have to watch for that swoopy haired bastard. he's quiet and sneaky.

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and i know i'm dead on the surface
but i am screaming underneath.

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