…the kind where you get into a shouting match with a co-worker in front of customers that’s mostly your fault but is just enough his that you’re more likely to jump off a building than apologize, then go home early because fuck it and spend the rest of the weekend filling out job applications. I am tired. Tired. Physically and emotionally fucking exhausted.
But hey, I drew a stupid little picture tonight. So there’s that.
it is what it is …
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