01.08.03 :: 11:53 am

I'm my own drumline today. Rumbling in the belly, heartbeat, headache. All synched up.

In the middle of workday massacre #457. They will never be satisfied with the packaging no matter how many times we change it. And the frantic elevation of voice volume that goes hand in hand with such crises. I've perfected the blank stare.

It's not that I get used to it, I just experience it a lot.

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