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Weekend of panic attacks, the kind where you're so batshit that you can't figure out that you should really take a pill. Figured that out, then came in to find the office next door being dissasembled, with much shouting, clanking, power-tooling, thunking, etc. Someone's running a power-vac now.
By the end of the day, my back teeth will look like pieces of Orbit gum.
By the end of the day, my back teeth will look like pieces of Orbit gum.