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[__christopher]

I feel like a fucking zombie. Pulled a twelve hour shift today, full pack outs for each stop but one. Every part of me is throbbing.

The job turns me into someone I don't like, separate and apart from the whole "lumberjack" physical labor thing. I come home and I don't want to do anything; I order Chinese, fix a drink, and pass out. I watch the

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[paradox528]

Chinese and alcohol. We are spiritually linked.

I have at least six paper journals with one entry in them.