Dear Posterity
I am officially in a state of depression.
It's not funny or entertaining. It's horrible and nasty and I'd like it to end, now!
I've taken a week off work and all I want to do is sleep and forget that I am who I am.
Aparently, my shop steward at work spotted this coming before I did because tonight I got a phonecall from my union rep who was concerned about how this might affect my employment status.
I doubt that there is anything that could have improved my feelings of self-esteem more than that one call.
It is wonderful knowing that there are thousands of people watching your back.
Scott Walker, you are toast
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