Dear Diary
I've got a meeting with Mr.Nevers later next week. He wants to see the progress on the images from the mutant children book. There's really not that much to show. I havn't told them about my hands (I'm sort of hoping he'll be disgusted with my lack of productivity and fire me). I dream of being a homeless she-bum painting on the walls with roadkill entrails, and feces, with not a single person to tell me to change it this way or that because product testing groups respond a certain way to cat feces over human feces.
One of the good things about my hands being wrapped in bandages is that the electrical shocks have died off a bit.
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One of the good things about my hands being wrapped in bandages is that the electrical shocks have died off a bit.
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