02.21.08 :: 8:43 am
it's always christmas in our freight elevator. every day, a new smattering of pine needles carpets the floor. i wonder if it will last through summer and who these people are whose lives are so busy or sad or hoard-y that they're just now getting around to taking down their tree.
i feel better this morning about work. mostly because i've reminded myself that hey, less shit for me to do, and also hey, i'm outta fucking here in five months. i win.
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