Monday morning. Oh, I so don't want to go to work today. I can't take a sickie, big day today; culmination of my month's work.
How did we all get it so wrong? Working for the machine. All our lives. I guess it keeps us under control. In out place. Stuffed down until we respond like robots and don't question the drill.
Thank god for the xtians, for all their bullshit beliefs, at least we get public holidays thanks to all their none sense. Now is it the gluttonous chocolate festival or the non-stop gift giving festival. Oh yes, I do believe it's chocolate.
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