So in a pretty successful attempt to stave off anything that resembled work this morning, I stumbled upon my LiveJournal, which hasn't been updated in, oh, about 4 years. In that amount of time, I've come to realize that 24-year-olds have, to put it mildly, shit for brains. All the stuff I obsessed over, all the imaginary merit contests I was
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