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- I go to work two afternoons a week. Just a few hours, nothing big. While there, I am filled with grand and eloquent thoughts, biting insight, hilarious anecdotes, heartbreaking tales of woe - things that I would write here that would make you laugh and cry and think, things that would elevate all of humanity, but I don't end up writing them because all I could do is type them on my phone and that won't work. I can't even save them as drafts in gmail because ain't no way I'm doing anything personal on my work computer. I work for a giant tech company and I'm sure they're watching everything I do. And so these fantastic entries of mine are lost to eternity and we must go on without them. Instead we get stuff like this: the sky is a bright peach color. I need to go to bed earlier. My project is busy and we'll be working weekends for the next month.
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