With stale coffee breath, we start the day. We are forgiven for not following our dreams.
After all are we not making a career? Are we not following, closely to what we actually acutely. Who knows. I revel in the pessimism and hypocrisy of modern life.
I am of course a part of this.
Interlude of work.
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Get to work!
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