pffffffft-ed.

as jps says, 'hell is other people.'
that line/thought floats into my consciousness every now and then because sometimes,
you just wished they dropped like flies.
dropped like flies.

i just got a fuckin dismal progress report.

i need to bury myself in work.
i need to bury myself in work.
i need to bury myself in work.
i ought to bury myself in work.
i just might bury myself in work.

i will bury myself in work.

you are so dismal you know that

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