oct. 18, 2006
i think i'm going to die. either because the repetitous banging of my head on my desk kills me, or because the shear boredom that is onerwhelming me now will simply stop my heart. i am too bored to read, my limited internet access is tapped out, and i've already napped all i can nap. to think i have another day of this? thank gawd it wasn't a full five day week: my guts would be dripping off the cabinets of my office, because i would have of course explored of frustration by now.
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