Wow.
I mean, just wow.
I wonder sometimes if this job just hates me. Last minute news is news that just shouldn't be. Nothing says welcome home like an overloaded workload and a serious lack of effective social contact.
I think the female gender is waging a vendetta against me.
What hope hath one man against such odds?
What hope hath one man?
What hope?
Edit: And they hath beat me down again. To rise. And they hath beat me down again.
Illness knocks upon my door, and they hath beat me down again.
My throat be all swollen and sore, and they hath beat me down again.
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