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Yeah. This is the kind of night that I enjoy, and yet, despise at the same time. I'm awake, as usual, but I'm at work, where I need to get things done so I can go home, so I can get up and come back to work. Problem is, I'm out of fucks to give, and tapping into my well of rage in order to function in any meaningful fashion. I just want to throw everything off the stage and tear the building to the ground with my bare hands.
Not going to do that, though. Going to go power through striking risers and get the hell out of here for a few hours, like a responsible human being.
So it goes.
Not going to do that, though. Going to go power through striking risers and get the hell out of here for a few hours, like a responsible human being.
So it goes.