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God I'm tired. I should really be in bed right now, but I refuse to turn off the light before ten o clock. Something about going to bed earlier than my parents... it just doesn't sit right with me.

So let's see here, why am I so tired? Work, of course. I remember when I was a kid and school finally let out and I had a whole twelve weeks of freedom in front of me. During the last month of school we'd all have these grand plans for what we were all going to do during break. One friend was gonna build a scale model of the sphinx, another was going to produce a feature length film, starring us kids of course, and someone always said they'd beat Zelda and Adventure of Link without stopping once. Of course a week into break, we were all getting up at noon, spending all day and night watching TV, eventually passing out at around 1 A.M. So after break was over I always swore that school-days were twice as long as break-days.

I now know that work-days are four times as long.

I really think that the morning hours obey another, slightly longer, space-time continuum. More time goes by every morning between 9 and 11 than between noon and 5. I really believe it's true, and I'd test it if I ever got up before noon on the weekends. It's like they starve you, then give you one meal to pig out on before starving you again.

I know this is familiar ground, and that most people hate their jobs, but I just really really can't stand this one. I've come to regard my coworkers with an unspoken condescendence, sitting there watching them do the same things every day and say the same things every day and think the same things every day. I'm just not desensitizing like I should I guess, but all I know is that if Tom brings up his wife's lousy cooking one more time, I'm gonna take his little Simpsons toy that he got from a Happy Meal and ram it into his head. Probably through the ear.


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