Managed to sleep from about 0330 until 1345. Squares w/ jobs are invited to reëxamine their pathetic fucking existences & the horrible choices they made that put them there.
Nothing like being morally superior.
*Original Freudian slip/typo title: "The Goof Life."
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Shut up, moocher. I've been busy trying to figure out the temperature coefficient of my flux capacitors (hey, it's a job).
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