i am so tired. and of course, i'm at work. and of course, everyone is sleeping. and of course, i have to be here for about two more hours.
D:
i have nothing else to do, other than complain. my weekends are shit. workworkworkwork.
i've gone through a box of orange tictacs today. "bleeker, check your mail," anyone?
oh hey. here's something.
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