I GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE

Friday afternoons are easily the slowest part of the week.  Like brutally, brutally slow.  I just wanna finish up my shit and get to my train.  But everything decides to get all fucked up and frustrating toward the end of the day.  GAAH. Thank god they serve liquor on trains.

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