Some days I feel like I should have the title "babysitter" on my business card instead of finance manager.
Some days I don't care that threatening lynching could be offensive to some.
Some days I cry at my desk.
Some days just don't end.
Some days I just wish I could wither and die.
And then I realize. I am withering and dying. That's what today is.
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