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you’re allowed to hate me, i do
i still have three weeks of vacation time to use between now and the end of the year. i can roll over a week of that to next year (which would actually add to the additional seven days i have banked from previous years).
i could take the week after my birthday off to wallow.
i could take every friday off.
i could take the last week of the year off and go home again.
i could take the days of the library docent training off.
such are the travails of an ascetic lifestyle with a turgid budget.
i need to fix this painful unwillingness of mine to do interesting things on my own.
i can’t believe that anyone still reads all this angsty bullshit.
i can’t believe i’m still writing all this angsty bullshit.
just one of the ways i haven’t gotten past being a teenager, i guess.
stupid and contagious.
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here we are now, entertain us!
bastard.
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these two ring so true:
"such are the travails of an ascetic lifestyle with a turgid budget.
i need to fix this painful unwillingness of mine to do interesting things on my own."