Been slamming shoulder-first through work again. Death and Dying is constricting, a belt around my throat, but it's more annoying than difficult. The sheer bulk of it is consistent enough for me to formulate routines, and let's be honest, if I still had trouble banging out 500 word essays at this level, I'd be fucked.
Still, I find myself irritated
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