So I sit at work as usual. I keep telling myself I wont be here forever but a ten hour day is so close to infinite, I swear. I feel like a five year old waiting out my sentence in my room. ...time does not keep on tickin'... Desperately looking for something to distract my mind from this self-imposed hell I sit in four days a week to no avail. Fucking money. Oooh I hate it (Yosemite Sam style). Temporary fix? I dont know if one exists.
Oct 25th, 2005
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