10.23.01 :: 11:30 am

The thing about work coffee is that you have to steal the flavor packets from the 42nd floor. I usually gank a couple of hazelnut ones. They make this watery mess taste like paradise.

It's not the concussion, it's the muthafuckin' dream.

I gotta shoot my way outta here. FATSIP, Vanilla Yarn, all rolled into one. Working it, slowly but for sure.

The big ass display studio display screen, it's got my name. I see shiny new gadgets in this here future.

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