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since i was twelve, i would've thought it nearly impossible that someday i would be considering going to be at eight o'clock...it's terrifying to think that i will be in just a few minutes, shortly after eight. what the hell am i doing? how is this at all a good idea?

i may be developing jamie nye syndrome...not that that's bad; it's just a realization that your job fucking blows monkey nuts and you're way too qualified for it...