There is no way to describe it eloquently. I'm pretty sure some stupid fuck stole my unopened bottle of water because they were too cheap to buy one at the vending machine right next to the refrigerator. It may also have just gotten lost in the debris of plastic bags and poorly made 90's lunchbags. I'm not sure. But I dug for it and couldn't find it.
Work is life is death. I want the clock to go faster because I want my mundane job to go away so I can go on to do what I want to do, but while I want that I am unconsciously hoping for me to die faster.
Does that make sense?
It doesn't if you're a bad speller.
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