I didn’t get much sleep last night. This morning, I had a 32-ounce iced coffee on an empty stomach.
I’m fishtailing between nausea and euphoria . . .
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We come to work, have lunch, and go home. We goose-step in and goose-step out, change our partners and wander all about, sashay around for a pat on the head, and promenade home till we all drop dead. — Joseph Heller, Something Happened
We come to work, have lunch, and go home. We goose-step in and goose-step out, change our partners and wander all about, sashay around for a pat on the head, and promenade home till we all drop dead.
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