This week went fast. It also went reasonably well, which kind of scares me. Things just don't seem right when I think, "Hey, today was a good day." If I think that I've had consecutive good days, then I really start to worry. I don't know why, but I'm afraid that having good days will result in a plane crashing directly on top of me, or a papercut
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And no I don't, I just say thanks and walk back to my section. They all clap out of pity.
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