I can't remember being this tired at work, ever. Tonight has been dragging on, and I'm miserable and tired and want to go home early and pass out in bed, but alas, I can't, for I am imprisoned (immured) in the Y lobby. I can't even sit up straight; at the moment I'm laying down in the chair with my head propped up on one of the arm rests
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