Ss; Dd Or Reflection From My Cubicle On A Monday Morning Comments
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Same old trials, tweaking the nerves of my OCD.
Same old decline into madness.
Counting each brain cell as it dies of ennui.
Every interruption delivered with unholy relish;
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