Lord, lord, I'm so bored. I've spent over a week inside with this damn bronchitis and never thought I'd be so happy to be going back to work. Actually, that's a lie, because I was damn happy to get my new job after the truly awful experience of being fired by the Boss From Hell.
I'm too tired to read, too bored to watch television, too sick of Free Cell and haven't the energy to write anything. Not. One. More. Word.
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