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Dear universe,
Everything is sucking a great deal lately. Please fix it.
Also, Google has informed me that the hard lump growing under my chin is not, as I suspected, cancer, but instead, an infected saliva gland or something. Except that apparently they GET infected from cold sores and I don't get those. So it could still be cancer. I guess a doctor would know more than Google. Maybe.
Someone hire me to be your own personal writer. I don't take up much room and I'm working on eating less. I'll write you anything you want in exchange for board, food, and like, praise.
Thank you.
PS. Work shouldn't be so awful that you have a panic attack about going to bed because it means waking up and going back. I guess that's what happens when you have the job of your dreams, your contract runs out, and you're too scared to leave town to find a similar one.
Everything is sucking a great deal lately. Please fix it.
Also, Google has informed me that the hard lump growing under my chin is not, as I suspected, cancer, but instead, an infected saliva gland or something. Except that apparently they GET infected from cold sores and I don't get those. So it could still be cancer. I guess a doctor would know more than Google. Maybe.
Someone hire me to be your own personal writer. I don't take up much room and I'm working on eating less. I'll write you anything you want in exchange for board, food, and like, praise.
Thank you.
PS. Work shouldn't be so awful that you have a panic attack about going to bed because it means waking up and going back. I guess that's what happens when you have the job of your dreams, your contract runs out, and you're too scared to leave town to find a similar one.