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Waking up was not the problem. Being awake was the problem. Come on come on, give me something. I'm sitting here waiting, yeah fucker waiting for a sign, so give it to me already. And I'm not talking about a lightning bolt either. I didn't go to work today. My enthusiasm for the job has waned considerably, if it ever existed in the first place. My fingers are killing me. Killing me! ARGHHHHHHHH. You can say that again, sister. ARGHHHHHHHH.
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