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fallen. sometimes you can't change your mind halfway, you know?

Whoo.

I thought I smelt strawberry shortcake in the office, but it turned out to be the ghost of a strawberry shortcake.

Bleh.

World, why do you continue to test my patience with yellow and orange M&Ms?

Moan.

Please let the typhoon come on Monday instead of Sunday so I don't have to go to work. Then maybe I'll believe.

Tick tock.

For the past two weeks, I've arrived at work at precisely 9:12am. Who has the damn remote?

Grind.

I've had three dreams about rotting teeth so far.

Grrr.

Dear New Intern,

In the cramped conditions of our workplace, the space between my chair and the cabinets behind the chair is sacred. It is NOT a mini corridor and you may NOT walk through it. Like any other mammal, I will defend my territory against all intruders. The next time you trespass, I will "accidentally" back my chair into your knees and over your toes.

Warmest regards,
S.