I hate the cold. And I hate work. AND I especially hate cold work. Which is what I'm in. I've somehow managed to fuck up my back/neck - probably just a pulled muscle or something, but man it hurts like a hurty thing. My boss appeared in work this morning, much to my surprise and fear - I thought I did something wrong (she spies on us from home). No
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Essay, essay, why aren't you done yet?
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