Five more hours....
I'm currently at my "workplace", and I'm here until eleven at night, which is another five hours.
I feel like I should rant about things, but I don't have the words that will do it justice. I feel tired, which is as far as I'll go – but the word "tired" sums it all up decently, I guess.
I'd rather be anywhere else. I don't like this "going to work" shit.
I just would like to not have to worry about adult things for a while, I guess. I'll leave it at that.
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Non-FictionI had this idea last night after a few drinks, a pounding headache, and an excessive amount of throat lozenges. In order to inspire me to write more often than I currently do, I am planning to write a new post every day and publish it, allowing me t...
