47 minutes…

… and I can go home. I wanna go home. I love my job, I had an easy as hell week, but I wanna go home. Or maybe that’s just because since about… oh… 3:00 staying awake has become a real trick. Could be a distinct possibility. Ah well, whatcha gonna do? 46 minutes and I’ll know what I’m gonna do. Go home, half crash, forget I have a job for 3 days… oh, the suhweetness. The countdown is on. And now, it’s at 45. Yay end of week!

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