i could not be more exhausted and frustrated from work than i am today. it was one of those days where you had to tell the old woman hitting your arm not to touch you, stop some kid from pissing all over the floor, get continuously mobbed by a hundred people every ten minutes, pushing and rioting and knocking down all the stanchions that bar them from your body, all yelling and demanding different things and complaining and betchin and blaming you. i'm lying in bed with the shades drawn and my heart still won't stop beating a million beats a minute.
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isn't that what they make slingshots for?
for slingshotting myself into outer space?
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