That's me.
It's raining and booming outside, completely matches my mood.
I think I'm up to about oh, 9, 10, maybe 11 hours of sleep per night?
I'm tired.
And extremely whiny and bitter about this whole job thing.
I am in the land of Penelope Suckitude.
It's not as much fun as Disneyworld.
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