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ok, so i'm calm now and reasonably sane. i was out later than i should have been last night. and my throat is dry because of beer. yuck. and though i do still hate those bitches, i also realize that 1.) i'm partially vindicated because fat-ass whore has a daughter named bobby-lynn. enough said. and 2.) i'm quiting in just under two months and i plan on walking out the door with my middle finger held high in the air screaming obscenities. damn thats gonna feel good. (damn it feels good to be a gangsta...) and later tonight i think i'm going to go out with people from my work whom i like and consider to be at least somewhat capable of empathy and human emotion and bitch about all of this to them. then i think i'll be okay.