work has poisoned my saturdays

[ffffffffff]

i'm eating breakfast. it consists of dry frosted cheerios and a coke. i haven't had a decent night's sleep in ages. all i could think about in the shower was excuses for leaving work early today. maybe if i just fall asleep at the wheel and crash a dealership car they'll let me come home and take a nap. i wish we had some milk for these

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The Inspirational Crooning of Coach McGuirk:

[anonymous]

"huh huh huh i'll race to feel the wind in my face
and i'll race to feel alive
and i'll race to feel like i own this place
and i'll race until i die
and i'll race against the other racers
and i'll race with one big shout
and i'll race against the clock
and i'll race against myself
and i'll race
and i'll race"