In case you've been wondering, I'm doing a very good job dealing the colossally boring people that surround me in this office. It's like being crushed by avalanche of foam rocks. Having a conversation is like jogging through gelatin. After about two sentences I feel like fast forwarding. To summarize, relating with my coworkers is like watching a bunch of wind-up toys wobble around bonking into each other ad infinitum.
Writing this blog is like chopping off my leg to make an oboe out of my femur.
I think I'd like to do something fun, possibly ingesting stupefiants, this evening. With a strict drug regimen, I could fit right in here! Call 161-NIT-JOWL-8!!
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