Oh god. The snoring. It derails my train of thought. No office now, no place to pay worship to the god of gigabytes and google. Fuck. This is so fucked up. I am trying to relive a past I never had, trying to grasp onto a feeling of peace that I had but a moment. It is gone. Whatever held my sanity is gone. What time is it? Twelve in the
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