I’ve been trapped ‘neath a pile of indescribably hideous dayjobrealwork for a couple of weeks now. The end is in sight, (or at least the smoke has cleared sufficiently for me to see the horizon) although at this point my typically pessimistic mind is just using the view to amplify my fear to new and deafening levels. In my head, the freshly revealed hills and valleys are complicit in my persecution, harbouring all manner of overlooked paperwork phantoms waiting patiently to hurl themselves through the my office window and make my life even more of an admin filled misery than it already is.
Last night I hopped aboard the internet, hoping a few moments browsing smart arse memes aboard the ultimate cloud of collective human experience would distract me from their impending arrival and remind me of happier, less fraught times.
It seems that I will never, ever, learn.
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