Bored, bored, bored, bored. The boss is gone, and I'm bored. Bored, bored, bored. For a while I was stabbing my wrist rest with my letter opener. Sad huh? I'm bored, and tired. Tired, and bored. I wish I could just leave. There are plenty of things I could be doing instead of just sitting here. There are no orders to key. There's nothing to do.
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